The Magic Of Crisis

In a canvas vast, a tale's told,

Of creatures fading, once bold.

Where they belong, they're seen no more,

Their habitats vanish, hearts sore.

 

Fish and seahorses, once ocean's kin,

Now in skies, their flight begins.

Red Panda, too, seeks freedom high,

Escaping earth, towards the sky.

 

The rabbit leaps, not in its lair,

But on a tree, with solemn air.

And water, once ocean's blue,

Now fills the city, a human brew.

 

In art's embrace, this story's spun,

Of wildlife lost, under the sun.

A plea it whispers, clear and true,

To cherish Earth, for me and you.