Silent desolation

In nature’s quiet, we hear our own undoing

Through fractal patterns, life's beauty unfolds,

in chaos and order, its story

retold

Man's hands unfurl, destruction's seeds they sow

in fervent haste, earth’s fragile bonds they throw

In ignorance, we pave a perilous path,

our blindness engulfs her fragile aftermath

Forgetting nature's laws, in blindness,

we erode

from verdant majesty, our apathy corrodes

The rivers, once veins,

now choked with despair

flow like tear-streaked cheeks,

stripped bare

Forests, once a canopy like shattered glass

a mosaic of silence, in their emptiness, they amass

The carbon dance, a labyrinthine play,

in this intricate web, the world's debt may lay

but in her silence, we hear our own undoing