Poems ✍️

I am the breath within your lungs,
The ancient song forever sung.
I’m mountain stone and ocean tide,
The soil where fragile seeds abide.

I gave you rivers, clear and wide,
And skies where drifting clouds reside.
Yet scars now mark my forests deep,
Where silence falls and shadows sleep.

Still, hope lives on in gentle care,
In mindful hands, in hearts aware.
Protect me now, both near and far—
Remember who my children are.