The World is Changing: Green That Used To Breathe

You know the place I used to run to? Where the water laughed in circles,

and the trees kept time like old musicians - yeah… that place.

It’s thinner now. You can hear the empty in the branches.

Birdsong sounds like it’s searching for the rest of its sentence.

And I pretend I'm okay, but I feel the vanishing…

like someone turned the forest into a draft they never saved.

I don’t need signs, I hear the hush.

Even silence cries when we ask too much.

Bring back the green that used to breathe. Bring back the shade that carried me.

If you listen close, the roots still speak but softer… softer… every week.

I saw leaves-in-retreat, beat-after-beat, saw heat-on-repeat where the cold used to meet me.

Tree-line declining, timing rewriting the whole skyline like it’s fighting lightning.

I’m wide-eyed, wanna rewind, but the landline’s fried and the lifelines hide.

I speak in truth-tones, not blame-tones, just heart-notes echoing lost-zones.

I don’t want storms, I want a chance

to hear the wind breathe like it once danced.

Bring back the green that used to breathe. Bring back the shade that carried me.

I know the earth still tries to speak but softer… softer… every week.

If I have hands, they’ll plant. If I have breath, I’ll guard.

If I have love, it’s here where life grows wild and hard.

No names. No blame.

Just a vow in the open air:

I won’t let quiet die while I'm still here.

Bring back the green that used to breathe. Bring back the shade that carried me.

I’ll be the voice beneath the leaves

till whisper turns to wind again.