The Lorax

In the gentle breeze, the leaves sway slow,
A reminder of something we all should know.
Green whispers fill the cool morning air,
Nature’s quiet plea for us to care.

Flowers bloom with colours so bright,
Each one precious, a beautiful sight.
Autumn leaves, gold and brown, fall down,
Just like the trees once lost without sound.

Together they form a picture so grand,
Nature’s art, shaped by its own hand.
But it's up to us, both big and small,
To protect these wonders, or risk losing them all.