The Breath Beneath Our Feet

In dawn's gentle whisper, the meadow stirs,

Where golden dew breaks silence.

The sun, a lantern on high suspended,

Illumes the canvas of the sky.

Every tree a prayer, every leaf a psalm,

The forest whispers a sacred calm.

A river sings of timeless grace,

It cuts through time, a gentle trace.

The mountains, monarchs crowned in white,

Witness centuries of humans thrive.

Their silence speaks in thunder's voice—

Of Earth's great heart forever young.

The ocean breathes with tireless strength,

Its waves like dreams pursuing the night.

It whispers secrets to the beach,

Of deep creatures and legends' reach.

Under the foam, a secret land,

Where life unseen still takes command.

The wind, it whispers in hushed voice,

Through wheat fields and the weathered choice.

It carries fragrance of pine and rain,

And strokes skin like soft refrain.

It dances wild with birds on wing,

A partner to the clouds' delight.

The stars up there in velvet black

Burn hushed hymns like sacred mark.

While moonlight beckons the tides with care,

A lullaby on midnight air.

Even the quiet holds a song—

In nature, we have all belonged.

But now, the skies are thick with dust,

The rivers wail in poisoned crust.

The once-strong trees now crouch in pain,

Their roots experience fire, drought, and chain.

Where once was hymn, the silence expands—

A tomb for all that beauty knows.

The ice recedes, the seas engulf,

The eagle cries, the dolphin's struggle.

The coral bleeds its vibrant hues,

A canvas dull'd by greed's bleak blight.

The seasons change, uncertain, bewildered,

The Earth betrayed, abused, misused.

But still she gives—her breath, her light,

The fruit, the rain, the stars at night.

She asks for little in exchange,

Just that we love her, care for, learn.

To tread with caution, to sow, to conserve,

To not make of her womb a grave.

Let poets arise and painters shout,

Let justice shout and silence rout.

Let children run upon the grass, not smoke,

Let elders breathe, let rivers soak.

Let every heart reanimate worth,

To preserve the beauty of the Earth.

We are not masters but her kin,

Her spirit graven on bone and skin.

Our destiny is bound to root and wing,

To each fox and fern that springs.

If Earth perish, so perishes we—

We are her breath. Her legacy.