The cries of the Earth

In the heart of Mother Earth, a story unfolds,
A tale of destruction, a story yet untold.
We've taken and taken, without a second thought,
Leaving scars on the land, a battle we've fought.

Oh, the cries of the Earth, they echo through the night,
As we continue to harm, blinded by our own might.
But it's not too late, we can still make a change,
To heal the wounds we've caused, and rearrange.

The forests once lush, now reduced to ash,
The oceans polluted, their beauty turned to trash.
The air we breathe, tainted by our greed,
We've forgotten our duty, to protect and to heed.

Oh, the cries of the Earth, they echo through the night,
As we continue to harm, blinded by our own might.
But it's not too late, we can still make a change,
To heal the wounds we've caused, and rearrange.

Let's open our eyes, to the damage we've done,
For the Earth is our home, and we are all one.
It's time to unite, to stand hand in hand,
To heal the planet, and restore its grand.

The time is now, to make a stand,
To protect the Earth, with love in our hands.
Reduce, reuse, recycle, let's make a start,
For the future of our planet, lies in our heart.

Oh, the cries of the Earth, they echo through the night,
As we continue to harm, blinded by our own might.
But it's not too late, we can still make a change,
To heal the wounds we've caused, and rearrange.

So let's come together, in this fight we must wage,
To save our planet, for the next generation's stage.
For the Earth is our home, and it's time to make amends,
To protect and preserve, until the destruction ends.