The World's Mourn

Gracious, I was once a verdant shore

Where animals wandered, and life was aplenty

However, presently I'm scarred, my excellence worn

An impression of humankind's pitiful

My skies are dim, my seas blue

My woods contracting, my future once again

I shout without holding back, in murmurs low

Save me, dear people, before I bid farewell, gracious

My streams gag, my mountains rot

My animals disappear, individually every day

I long for contact, for delicate hands

To mend my injuries, and reestablish my properties

Yet I clutch trust's slight string

For assuming you act, I can in any case be reclaimed

So listen close, and accept the call

To save me now, before I fall