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The wind carries a sorrowful song as a storm approaches, highlighting the disruption of nature caused by human actions, such as replacing forests with urban areas. The forthcoming poem serves as a reflection of our failures and a call to address our damaging relationship with the environment, urging a return to harmony between humanity and nature before it’s too late.

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The sky, a canvas bruised and torn,
With whispers of a storm forlorn,
Cyclone’s breath upon the air,
Nature’s fury, a harsh affair.

Once the evening rains would grace,
After sun’s relentless chase,
A rhythm known, a pattern clear,
Now disrupted, brings us fear.

The forests fall, the cities rise,
Concrete towers pierce the skies,
Echoes of the trees’ lament,
Lost in urban discontent.

The rivers rage, their courses marred,
By hands that took their safeguard,`
Earth’s balance teeters on the edge,
A promise broken, nature’s pledge.

Global warming’s subtle hand,
Heats the seas and scorches land,
Icebergs melt and oceans swell,
Signs of stories yet to tell.

Now the cyclone’s eye we face,
A testament to our disgrace,
Warnings heed from skies above,
To mend our ways, restore the love.

For every tree that meets the blade,
A piece of future’s fortune fades,
Population swells, demands increase,
Yet nature’s bounty seeks release.

As winds howl loud and waters rise,
We must look with opened eyes,
To live in harmony once more,
To heal the land, the sea, the shore.

So let this storm, this cyclone’s might,
Be a beacon in the night,
A call to arms, a fervent plea,
To save our planet for you and me.

To mend the world for future days,
For children’s children and their gaze,
Let this be our legacy,
A world in balance, wild and free.

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