Beneath the hush of twilight skies, Where whispered winds of memory rise, The jungle sighs, the oceans plead— For fading lives the world must heed.

A snow leopard on silent stone, Wanders far, yet walks alone. Its spotted grace, a vanishing gleam, Like fragments of a fading dream.

The orangutan in forest dim, Swings through ghosts of trees grown slim. Eyes that hold a wordless plea— “Will you remember me?”

Turtles drift through dying reefs, Cradling centuries of grief. While rhinos guard, with solemn might, The final shadows of the night.

The earth still sings, a weary song, Of species lost, of right and wrong. Yet hope is born in every heart That dares to care, and do its part.

So let us rise, protect, defend— For nature’s story must not end. Each creature is a living thread In tapestry too rare to shed.