Harmonies of a Wounded World

Harmonies of a Wounded World In a realm where weather dons a chameleon guise,

I shelter amid circuits, screens, and modern ties; Yet nature sings in whispers,

in the rustle of the leaves, A ballad of survival that our progress often leaves.

The biting frost of winter and the searing blaze of day Drive me to seek

refuge where technology holds sway; But who alerts the forest’s silent souls—the deer,

the bear, the chimps in the shade— When the elements strike and natural

orders fade? Amid torrential rains and storm’s relentless drum, My walls stand guarded

while the wild succumbs; And though I marshal science to counter every threat, The earth’s quiet