Whispers of Nature

A Tapestry of Stars

A poem to inspire wonder for the night sky and the need to protect it from light pollution.

Beneath the sky, a tapestry of stars,
We weave our dreams, near and far.
Each twinkle tells a tale of old,
Of earth and sky, of warmth and cold.

Mountains rise with ancient grace,
Their peaks a testament to time and space.
Forests whisper secrets deep,
In their shadows, creatures sleep.

Rivers carve their winding path,
Through valleys green, they gently laugh.
Oceans vast with waves that roar,
Guard the secrets of the ocean floor.

Deserts stretch with golden sands,
A silent dance across the lands.
In every grain, a story lies,
Of sunlit days and starry skies.

The air we breathe, so pure and clear,
A gift from nature, held so dear.
In every breath, a life renewed,
A promise kept, a future viewed.

Stars above, a guiding light,
Through darkest days and endless night.
They remind us of our place,
In this vast and wondrous space.

So let us cherish earth and sky,
Protect the land, the sea, the high.
For in this tapestry of stars,
Lies the future, ours and ours.

The Last Standing Tree

This poem awakens a deep reverence for the natural world and fosters a commitment to reforestation and environmental stewardship, urging us to nurture and protect our planet with heartfelt dedication.

In a land stripped bare, under a sky so wide,
Stands the last tree, with nowhere to hide.
A sentinel of time, a keeper of tales,
Its branches still reach, though the greenery pales.

The last standing tree, a monument of might,
Against the winds of change, it stands upright.
A symbol of hope, in a world turned gray,
A reminder of nature, that we’ve cast away.

Its leaves may be few, its bark scarred and old,
But the story it tells is brave and bold.
Of forests that once clothed the earth in green,
Of rivers that sparkled, so clear and pristine.

The last standing tree, alone in its fight,
Echoes the whispers of the forest’s plight.
A call to action, from the roots to the crown,
To turn the tide, to not let it drown.

So let us gather, in the tree’s vast shade,
To honor the legacy that nature made.
For the last standing tree, in its lonely stand,
Is a testament to life, and the beauty of land.

Let’s plant new seeds, let’s water with care,
Let’s grow a new forest, fresh and fair.
For in the last standing tree, there’s a dream to weave,
Of a world reborn, for us to achieve.

Anthem of the Atmosphere

This poem is written to serve as a call to action to respect and protect the atmosphere, the very air we breathe and the sky that shelters all life on Earth.

Anthem of the Atmosphere, a breath above,
Cradling the earth with winds of love.
A veil of blue, so vast, so wide,
In its embrace, the world does hide.

The sky sings out, in hues of morn,
In the Atmosphere’s anthem, life is born.
A canvas for the sun’s fiery trail,
For the moon’s soft glow, the stars’ tale.

This anthem plays, in whispers of air,
In the rustle of leaves, in the eagle’s stare.
A symphony of climate, of weather’s weave,
In the Atmosphere’s song, we believe.

Yet, it weeps for the smoke that mars its face,
For the toxins we emit, a disgrace.
The Anthem of the Atmosphere, a cry for change,
For cleaner skies, within our range.

Let us join in chorus, with actions true,
To sing the anthem, to renew.
For in the air we breathe, the sky we see,
Lies the key to life, for you and me.

So let’s uphold this anthem, with care, with might,
For the Atmosphere’s song, is our guiding light.
A pledge to protect, to honor, to revere,
The Anthem of the Atmosphere.