Beneath gray skies, the earth mourns her fate,
Rivers gasp, choked by toxic weight,
Once green lands now dressed in grime,
Flowers weep, replaced by plastic's crime.
In heavy sighs, she breathes polluted air,
Clouds weep, drowned by engines' blare,
Yet hope endures, within her core,
For cleansing tears, she still implores.
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