In storms' embrace, the world transforms, With littered streets and weathered norms. Pollution stains the air we breathe, A warming earth, a silent grieve. Floods encroach where forests stood bare, Earth shakes and fractures, unaware. Beastly tempers roam untamed, In shadows, whispers of blame. Oh, when will promises hold their weight, And halt this path towards cruel fate? Is it my fault this dawn has cracked, When I was not the one to act? Yet here I stand, with hope aflame, To mend and nurture, heal and claim.