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...