The Earth's Lament

Beneath our feet, a pulse so deep,
A rhythm old, a whispered song,
The Earth lies dreaming, soft to keep
Its ancient secrets all day long.

The mountains stand as silent guards,
Their peaks kissed by the fleeting sun,
While valleys hum with quiet chords,
A lullaby for everyone.

The forests breathe in emerald hues,
Their leaves a dance of light and shade,
The rivers sing in liquid blues,
Their currents never fully made.

But mankind, in our pride and might,
Has wrought a change and raped the land,
With towers tall and fires bright,
We sought to rule, to take command.

The beasts of field and forest wild,
Felt the tremor, heard the cry,
A warning whispered, soft and mild,
A plea to heed, not to deny.

Yet still, we hoarded, paid no heed,
As siblings shivered, beasts lay dead,
The land grew barren, thanks to our greed
And nature's wrath was sowed instead.

And when its lids shall stir again,
When dreams give way to waking eye,
The sky shall crack, the fields shall rend,
And death itself shall learn to die.

The trees shall tremble, roots entwined,
As whispers turn to thunder's cry,
The rivers roar, the oceans bind,
In harmony beneath the sky.

Mankind shall pause, in awe, in fear
As ancient secrets start to rise,
A world reborn, yet not our cheer,
In judgment's wake, our world dies.

No plea remains, no hand to stay,
The tide of time, the turn of fate,
We carved our doom, we sealed our way,
The Earth awakes—too late, too late.