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Hello, fellow humans.

Amidst the sighs of woe and despair, A bloom spirit dwells in fragrant air, Whose touch ignites the spring's sweet rebirth, Yet burdened heart aches for the Earth.
Oh, radiant being of petals fair, Whose whispered breath paints colors rare, You summon life from winter's grasp, Yet mourn the world's relentless clasp.
The fields once danced in vibrant glee, Beneath your touch, so wild and free, But now, a shadow taints the sky, As nature's chorus starts to die.
Each blossom's grace, once meant to thrive, Now struggles just to stay alive, Man's heedless hand, like winter's blight, Steals beauty from both day and night.
The rivers weep, their tears run dry, As progress marches, heedless by, The bloom spirit's heart, so heavy grown, For nature's voice is overthrown.
In somber shade of ancient trees, It weeps for loss, it grieves for pleas, For in its gaze, it sees the cost, Of humankind, so blindly lost.
Yet still, the spirit fights to sow, A tapestry of colors aglow, And in its tears, a hope does spring, That harmony one day will sing.
Oh, bloom spirit, in sorrow's shroud, With every petal, you avow, That though the world may wound and scar, Your love for Earth shines like a star.
So let us heed this gentle sprite, And mend our ways before the night, For in its pain, a plea is heard, To cherish each and every word.
Let nature's symphony reclaim, Its rightful place in Earth's grand game, So bloom spirit's heart can mend, And spring's true joy will never end.

Description
Hello, fellow humans.

Amidst the sighs of woe and despair, A bloom spirit dwells in fragrant air, Whose touch ignites the spring's sweet rebirth, Yet burdened heart aches for the Earth.
Oh, radiant being of petals fair, Whose whispered breath paints colors rare, You summon life from winter's grasp, Yet mourn the world's relentless clasp.
The fields once danced in vibrant glee, Beneath your touch, so wild and free, But now, a shadow taints the sky, As nature's chorus starts to die.
Each blossom's grace, once meant to thrive, Now struggles just to stay alive, Man's heedless hand, like winter's blight, Steals beauty from both day and night.
The rivers weep, their tears run dry, As progress marches, heedless by, The bloom spirit's heart, so heavy grown, For nature's voice is overthrown.
In somber shade of ancient trees, It weeps for loss, it grieves for pleas, For in its gaze, it sees the cost, Of humankind, so blindly lost.
Yet still, the spirit fights to sow, A tapestry of colors aglow, And in its tears, a hope does spring, That harmony one day will sing.
Oh, bloom spirit, in sorrow's shroud, With every petal, you avow, That though the world may wound and scar, Your love for Earth shines like a star.
So let us heed this gentle sprite, And mend our ways before the night, For in its pain, a plea is heard, To cherish each and every word.
Let nature's symphony reclaim, Its rightful place in Earth's grand game, So bloom spirit's heart can mend, And spring's true joy will never end.