In twilight’s hush, where shadows play,

Amidst the whispers of a dying day,

I mourn the loss of verdant hue,

As pollution’s pallor spreads anew,

And withering leaves, like golden tears,

Fall softly, sorrowing, through the years,

Their fragile forms, like fleeting dreams,

Ephemeral, lost, in toxic schemes,

Their beauty, like a sunset’s fade,

Leaves only memories, of joyous shades.

In forests deep, where ancient secrets sleep,

The trees, like sentinels of earth, do keep,

Their wisdom, garnered through the ages’ sway,

Now withering, as humanity’s grasp holds sway,

Their gnarled branches, twisted, tortured, worn,

Like Nature’s own, heart, rent, and torn,

Their leaves, like whispers, of a dying breath,

Fading softly, into endless death,

Their legacy, like embers, cold, and gray,

Fading, fading, with each passing day.

In oceans wide, where waves, like mighty hands,

Do stir the depths, and shape the shifting sands,

The creatures, like a tapestry, so fine,

Unraveling, as the threads of life entwine,

Their forms, like delicate, and intricate design,

Unraveling, as the fabric of life declines,

Their songs, like whispers, of a dying choir,

Fading softly, into the darkening fire,

Their beauty, like a sunset’s final ray,

Fading, fading, with each passing day.

In skies above, where clouds, like mighty wings,

Do soar, and shape the shifting winds’ wild rings,

The winds, like whispers, of a dying sigh,

Do mourn the loss, of a clear, blue sky,

Their breath, like gentle, summer’s breeze,

Now toxic, tainted, with humanity’s disease,

Their voice, like thunder, loud, and clear,

Now whispers softly, of a dying year,

Their beauty, like a sunrise’s golden glow,

Fading, fading, with each passing woe.

Yet still I hope, for a brighter day,

When humanity’s heart, with love, shall sway,

And cherish, honor, and preserve my might,

And live in harmony, through the dark of night,

And respect my boundaries, and honor my way,

And preserve the beauty, that’s truly divine to stay,

And defend my creatures, and preserve their right,

And thrive in a world, where love is the light.