Echoes of Tomorrow

Whispers in the air, oh can you hear them?

The planet sighs, beneath our busy hands.

With every heartbeat, another dream’s forgotten,

In a crowded world, we’re losing our plans.

Concrete jungles rise, but they shadow the trees,

Nature’s melody drowned in electric symphonies.

There’s a symphony of silence, a cry for reprieve,

In the echo of footsteps, do we still believe?

We paint our skies with gray, chasing shadows of tomorrow,

Yet the more we gain, the more we borrow.

Oh, fragile earth, spinning in our hands,

A dance of excess, crumbling like the sands.

Beneath the restless tides, a call to find,

A way to heal the heart, and ease the mind.

Cities breathless, longing for the stars,

While the air thickens, filled with who we are.

We’ve painted over oceans, drawn lines in the sand,

But with each passing moment, we forget our land.

We’re treading on dreams, buried under our feet,

But when the last leaf falls, will our hearts still beat?

Oh, fragile earth, spinning in our hands,

A dance of excess, crumbling like the sands.

Beneath the restless tides, a call to find,

A way to heal the heart, and ease the mind.

In the shadows of tomorrow, let’s break free,

Let’s whisper to the wind, let’s plant new trees.

With every single heartbeat, let’s come alive,

In unity, together, let’s learn to thrive.

Oh, fragile earth, spinning in our hands,

A dance of excess, crumbling like the sands.

Beneath the restless tides, a call to find,

A way to heal the heart, and ease the mind.

So hear the whispers, let them guide our way,

To cherish every moment, to save our yesterday.

For the planet is a treasure, and it’s ours to defend,

In the tapestry of life, let love transcend.