In Wayanad's lush, green embrace,
Where misty hills and forests trace,
A beauty so serene and vast,
Yet shadows fall on nature's cast.

The rivers once so clear and free,
Now struggle 'gainst the threat to be.
Deforestation scars the land,
And silent cries for help expand.

The wildlife roams through fragmented trails,
Where ancient trees are lost in wails.
The earth, it yearns for healing grace,
To mend the wounds we can’t erase.

The farmers face the daunting plight,
Of shifting rains and altered light.
Their hopes are caught in climate's snare,
As seasons change without a care.

Yet in this land where troubles rise,
A spirit strong meets weary eyes.
For in the hearts of those who stay,
There burns a will to light the way.

With every challenge that unfolds,
A story of resilience told.
In Wayanad’s embrace so deep,
A promise lies, a vow to keep.

© Holywine


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