Guardians of The Earth

By Neha Dhami

In whispers of wind through ancient trees,

We hear nature's plea, carried on by a gentle breeze.

Our planet, a canvas of life so grand,

needs our care on every stretch of land.

The rivers that flow, their stories untold,

weave through valleys in hues of gold.

Yet pollution seeps in like a toxic tide, 

threatening life's sanctuaries, far and wide.

Mountains stand tall, majestic, and free.

Their peaks whisper secrets to you and me.

But as we climb, leaving footprints bare,

Let's tread lightly, showing Earth we care.

Birds in flight, their melodies pure,

of harmony, which we must ensure.

Yet habitats shrink as cities expand.

imposing on nature's delicate strands.

Call out for help, in silent dismay.

Plastic islands grow, in their azure depths.

Choking marine life, with each passing breath.

Forests, the lungs of our planet, are so dear,

Their whispers of life are something we must always hear.

Trees are felled for greed, habitats are lost,

And the earth is wounded at a staggering cost.

Our responsibility is clear: as stewards,

We stand to protect Earth's wonders with a gentle hand. 

Reduce, reuse, recycle, they say,

Through small acts of care, we pave the way.

Plant trees, clean shores, and skies so blue,

For the generations ahead of you and me.

Let's be guardians of this planet we share,

With love and respect, showing we care.

By Neha Dhami