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Silenced Wings

 In riparian lands where rivers weep,

A tragic tale of loss does seep,

Where once birds soared with joyful song,

Now silenced wings, the echo's gone.


The valleys, once lush with native green,

Embraced the river's gentle sheen,

Indigenous trees reached for the sky,

Now shadows fade, their spirits die.
















Amidst the fields, a somber scene,

A story of what once had been,

When life teemed in harmony's embrace,

Now sorrow lingers, leaving no trace.


In silence, nature's heartbeat fades,

As tears of grief fill forest glades,

Each bird that sang, now lost in flight,

Their melodies no longer bright.


Through tangled webs of fate's cruel art,

The loss of life, a heavy heart,

Where once rich biodiversity thrived,

A symphony of life has been deprived.


River valleys weep a mournful cry,

As ancient echoes pass them by,

Aching for the touch of love's embrace,

The memories of a vibrant place.


But hope remains, a flickering light,

To heal the wounds and set things right,

Let's rise and stand as one, we must,

In unity, rebuild our trust.


With thoughtful hearts and caring hands,

We'll nurture life in these fragile lands,

Bring back the birds, the trees, and streams,

Revive the essence of our dreams.


For in our choices lies the key,

To heal the wounds, to set life free,

Let's safeguard nature's precious worth,

And cherish her upon this Earth.


About Author: Kevin Makova

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