In whispers of the rustling leaves
Underneath the moon's soft gleams
I've cradled life, both vast and small
In my arms, they rise and fall
Hear now my plea, through the silent night
A call to guard the flickering light
I am the Earth, your ancient home
Through my fields and forests roam
But scars you've carved upon my face
A plea for mercy, for grace
Listen to my silent cry
For love's sake, let not my beauty die
Rivers weep, their courses marred
Skies once clear, now shadowed and scarred
Mountains echo with the songs of old
Their stories of warmth turned cold
The winds carry my sorrow's tale
Through the valleys, over hills, I wail
I am the Earth, your canvas wide
In me, your dreams and fears reside
Yet, in my soils, your toils lay bare
A world in need of tender care
Listen to my heart's deep sigh
For tomorrow's child, let not my spirit die
Beneath the stars' eternal gaze
I yearn for kinder, gentler days
My oceans' depths, my soaring peaks
Seek the reverence of which love speaks
Can you hear the whispering trees
They beseech you on bended knees
I am the Earth, your cradle, your grave
In your hands, my future, to save
With each dawn, a hope reborn
A chance to heal what's torn
Heed now my weary, whispered plea
For all you cherish, save me, set me free
So listen close, beneath the moon's pale light
To the Earth's lament, through the quiet night
Let her haunting song in your heart ignite
A fervent wish, to make things right
For in her melody, a truth profound
On sacred ground