Journey from the Beaty to the beast

In the dance of sun and sky, a tale unfolds,
Of warming winds and seas that boil and rage,
Where once was balance, now chaos takes hold,
As nature's voice cries out from every page.

Glaciers weep, their tears a silent plea,
For mercy from the flames we've lit below,
The forests sigh, their breath a eulogy,
For homes lost to the flames that grow and grow.

But still, in darkness, there's a glimmer bright,
A beacon of hope, a chance to mend our ways,
To rise as one, to strive with all our might,
And heal the wounds inflicted by our days.

Let's heed the call, before it's far too late,
To cool the Earth and calm its restless state.