The sound of the wild

Forests the songs of aplenty are losing their sheen,
Act fast, before they wean.
The Earth is not ony our home,
Let give this a thought.
And do a lot to make this work.
Let us not shirk our promise.
To the divine.
To make Mother Earth shine.
Icebergs melting and heating the Earth.
Give a respite to this riff raff.
And give our brains a rack.