Ecosystem restoration

Where would the cuckoo bird sing,

Where would the rivers flow,

Where would the deer gallop,

Where would the wild flowers grow?

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Where would the butterflies dance,

How would the bees collect nectar,

When wildfires devour our forests,

Hectare by hectare.

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When would we realise,

How far we’ve come

Savagely brutalising the muted beasts,

And robbing them of their home.

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The floods, the famines,

The quaking earth and tsunamis,

Have turned the nature against us,

And made man his own enemy.

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In today’s troubled times,

When every breath comes at a price,

We need to ponder this,

How important really is a high-rise.

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And wonder what we’re gonna leave,

For our future generation,

It’s high time we played our part,

In ecosystem’s restoration.