Creation cries through wind and wave and tree,
Tree roots clutch soil like prayers yearning free.
Free rivers sing, but choked by human hand,
Hand scorched the skies, now breathes a dying land.
Land we were gifted, Eden’s greenest grace,
Grace we forgot, now storms our hearts replace.
Replace the waste with care, the greed with love,
Love heals the earth—our charge...
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