The Seeds We Sow

Once, the world was a vibrant tapestry,

Forests whispered secrets, oceans vast and free.

But a shadow crept, a fever in the air,

A symphony of nature, replaced by a silent, burning stare.

This is the world I inherited, a climate in unrest,

Where glaciers weep and coral reefs confess

Their vibrant hues, bleached by a warming tide.

A future hanging by a thread, nowhere to hide.

But within me, a seed of hope takes root,

Nurtured by stories whispered, of a world with abundant fruit.

A world where clean energy dances in the breeze,

And innovation blossoms, carried on the whispering seas.

I see the faces, young and old, united in their plea,

For a future where harmony reigns, for a world wild and free.

Scientists, activists, artists hand in hand,

Planting seeds of change, across the barren land.

My journey began with a whisper, a tear for a world lost,

But now, with every action, a tiny bridge is crossed.

I write the stories, I translate the plea,

Empowering voices, for a future yet to be.

We are the gardeners, of this fragile sphere,

Tending the seeds of change, with every passing year.

The sun may scorch, the storms may rage,

But together we'll rise, and turn a burning page.

For in the fertile ground of action, a new world will take root,

Where the seeds we sow, bear the sweetest, greenest fruit.

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