Nature poems by WWF supporters

Flowers unfold their petals.

Bees carry the pollen to the next tree.

Only the flower knows,

If fruit is meant to be.

In flight I see you

Across blue skies and pastel rainbows.

I beg for your forgiveness.

Can you hear me? I long to be like you.

Can you see me? I search for your pathways in big cities,

Small towns and gentle, country people.

Let me love you for all that you are, and

Give me everything you’ve got because

Of all that I am when wrapped inside you.

I am, I am

Soaring high above the

Seaside, lakeside, oceanside,

Eastside and westside.

From this view the skyscrapers

Have nothing to do with the sky, and

The water looks good enough to drink.

Is there enough to quench my thirst?

Only the remainder of this journey will tell.

Crow In flight I see you

Across blue skies

Into the mouth of

Indigo waterfalls and

Clear flowing streams.

I am infatuated with your freedom

I am imprisoned by memory

I will break free

I will sing

I will fly back home to you, someday.

What will we tell her when rivers run dry,

When smoke and soot linger and darkens the sky?

When forests are silent, no songbirds remain,

And petals of flowers are lost to the flame?

What will we say when the oceans turn bare,

When waves carry echoes of life that’s not there?

When creatures that swam and grew in the endless deep,

Are names in a book that no voices repeat?

What will we do when the soil turns to stone,

When roots cannot hold in a world overthrown?

When fields that once danced in the breeze, lush and green,

Are nothing but remnants of what they had been?

Will we just whisper,

We waited too long?

Or beg for the past in a sorrowful song?

Will we stand silent, ashamed of our hands,

That shaped this destruction, yet made no demands?

Or will we rise before all fades away,

And fight for the forests, the rivers, the bay?

Will we mend what was broken and rewrite the end,

To give her a world she can love and defend?

The choice is still ours, the hour still turns

The earth only dies if the heart never burns.

The heat has dissipated...colors arrive.

That cooling breeze stirs my blood,

I can move again.

My breathing is deep, my skin is fresh, my steps are light.

Dusk comes sooner, bringing shadows, spirits and spookiness.

Imagination and innocent joy live again.

How can it be FALL, when it's the time I rise?

The planet of our birth

What is our purpose here?

Share a laugh, shed a tear

Birds, flowers, fish, much more

Unexplored, just next door

Soaring, scented, swimming

Light of day is dimming

Nighttime comes to take its place

Time to eat, to say

Grace

And the clock ticks on and on

More to experience, not yet done

* (And for our return trip, let's read the poem backwards)

Each dawn unfolds in golden light,

A gentle touch, so pure and bright.

The whispering winds, the rivers wide,

Nature's beauty, our hearts’ guide.

The trees that dance, the stars that gleam,

The ocean’s song is a timeless dream.

A world so vast, yet close at hand,

It is a gift to cherish, not just a command.

For every creature, great and small,

Has a place and purpose - life for all.

The wolf that howls, the bird in flight,

Each thread is woven, firm, and tight.

So let us stand with love and grace,

Protect this world, a sacred space.

Hand in paw, with hearts so true,

One earth, one home - for me, for you.

I am Sunflower.

I need warmth and a tender touch to grow.

Too much heat, too much cold, my seeds will not sow.

Too little rain, too much rain that won’t do.

Just that right amount of everything is what I need.

When the storm brews and the winds blow

My head I keep low.

Ahhh, here comes the Sun again.

I would follow him anywhere.

But I can’t follow him there.

That place where he lies in the night.

I must go and find my own light.