2025-09-15

 We Are on the Transition Team

The earth is shifting, soft and slow,

Beneath our feet, the currents flow.

Mountains whisper, oceans rise,

Storms paint warnings in the skies.

The ice is weeping at the poles,

Forests breathe with burning coals.

Yet in the cracks, green shoots appear—

The future calls, and we must hear.

We are not watchers, still and mute,

Not passengers in nature’s route.

We are the hands, the hearts, the eyes—

The ones who act, the ones who rise.

We hold the tools of change and grace,

Of healing earth and saving place.

From carbon smoke to solar streams,

We chase the dawn of cleaner dreams.

We turn the soil, we plant the seed,

We shift the course with every deed.

We speak for those who cannot scream,

For wolves, for bees, for river’s gleam.

It’s not too late—it never was.

The world still turns because of us.

We are the pulse, the living beam—

We are Earth’s bold transition team.

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