Silent Spring

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In shadows cast by verdant boughs,
Where silence reigns, yet nature vows
To sing a hymn of warning clear,
A whispered tale for all to hear.

In pages penned with solemn grace,
A voice arose, a lone embrace
Of earth's lament, a somber art,
A clarion call from Rachel's heart.

Silent Spring, its title spoke,
Of fading blooms and poisoned yoke,
Where streams once danced, now lay bereft,
By chemicals that death beget.

Yet midst the gloom, a hope did spring,
A rallying cry, a fervent wing
Of voices raised in unity,
To mend the wounds, restore the free.

For in the silence, seeds were sown,
Of mindfulness and care, now shown
In acts of stewardship, profound,
To heal the earth, its grace unbound.

So let us heed this whispered tale,
And in our actions, never fail
To honor nature's sacred trust,
And safeguard it from further rust.

For Silent Spring, though filled with dread,
Speaks not of doom, but paths ahead,
Where harmony and life may thrive,
If only we choose to revive.