Orman Yanarsa Vatan Ağlar

Orman Yanarsa, Vatan Ağlar

Yanarsa orman, yanar dağ, taş, ova,
Bir çığlık yükselir göğe doğru, tek bir sözcük: "Yeter!"
Çamların iç çekişiyle başlar ağıt,
Yanar yeşil, yanar serin, yanar sessiz seher.

Tohumlar daha toprağı öpemeden,
Fidanlar hayata "merhaba" diyemeden,
Bir kıvılcım çalar alınlarından,
Ve sonsuzluğa karışır tüm emek, tüm beden.

Orman…
Yalnızca bir ağaç kümesi mi sanırsın?
Oysa her dalda bir çocukluk saklı,
Her yaprakta bir ninni, bir dua, bir sevda.
Ve her kök, ecdadın toprağa attığı imzadır aslında.

Çınar yanarsa, tarih tutuşur,
Sedir yanarsa, ecdat küser.
Meşe yanarsa, direniş düşer yere,
Ve ardıç yanarsa, umut küle döner.

Yanıyor…
Kekliğin kanadıyla birlikte yanıyor içimiz,
Börtü böcek, yaban keçisi, sincap, geyik…
Hepsi kaçarken ölüme,
İnsanlık nereye saklanır, söyle?

Bir yiğit çıkar o anda öne,
Elinde kürek, gönlünde vatan.
Ateşe atar bedenini korkmadan,
Ve der ki: “Ben buradayım, yanacaksa önce ben yanayım!”

Kimi hava aracında,
Kimi omuz omuza karada…
Bir avuç su taşır karınca gibi,
Ve can verir, ormanı yaşatmak uğruna…

Şehit düşer…
Ama adı, göğe kazınır is kokulu dumanla.
Onun ateşte pişen duası,
Toprağın kalbine gömülür sonsuza.

Ey gafletin izmariti,
Ey cehaletin kırık şişesi,
Sen bir dalı yakmazsın yalnızca,
Bir milletin geleceğini kavurursun fark etmeden…

Ey insan!
Orman susar ama unutmaz,
Ağaç ağlamaz ama anlatır,
Toprak yakılır ama affetmez!

Ve şimdi… Yalnızca yas tutmak yetmez!

Dikilecek her fidan,
Bir çocuk gibi büyütülmeli ellerimizle.
Yeşile düşkünlük bir süs değil,
Bir iman, bir vatan borcu, bir vicdan meselesi olmalı dilimizde.

Her çöpe dur demek bir devrimdir sessizce,
Her söndürülen izmarit, kurtarır bin nefesi.
Ormanı korumak bir lütuf değil,
Kendimizi korumaktır aslında,
Çünkü orman, biziz.
Kökü bizde, dalı bizde, gölgesi bizde...

Bilinç gerek!
Kitapta, okulda, ailede filizlenmeli bu sevda.
Çocuk, ağacı kardeş bilmeli,
Suyla, toprakla dost olmalı daha beş yaşında!

Büyüklere iş düşer önce,
Örnek olmak gerek her davranışta.
Ağaç kesen elin değil,
Ağaç diken yüreğin saygı gördüğü bir toplum olmalı baştan.

O zaman yanmaz orman!
O zaman susmaz kuş, kaçmaz ceylan.
Ve bir milletin alnında parlayan yeşil,
Geleceğe nefes olur, yeryüzüne can!

Unutma:
Her diktiğin fidanla kendini dikersin hayata,
Her koruduğun dalda çocukların koşar sabaha.
Orman yanarsa yalnız ağaç değil,
Bir halkın kaderi, bir ülkenin sabahı da yanar!

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Alev Alev Yanıyor Yüreğimiz

Alev alev yanıyor yüreğimiz,
Kül oluyor dağ, orman, çiçeğimiz.
Sadece ağaç değil düşen her kıvılcımda,
Bir can gidiyor, bir nefes, bir sevincimiz…

Çamların gölgesiyle büyüdük biz,
Serininde oynadık, düş kurduk sessiz.
O çamların içindeydi kuşun yurdu,
Kekliğin ötüşü, ceylanın koşusu…

Şimdi gökte duman, yerde kor var,
Her yanda bir yangın, yürekte yar var.
Ateşe koşuyor bir yiğit elinde kürekle,
Alnında ter değil, vatan aşkı var!

Helikopter sesi yankılanır dağdan,
Bir su damlası umut olur bağdan.
Ama bazen yetişemez zamana,
Düşer bir can, şehit olur ormanda…

Kimisi ormanın içinde doğdu,
Anasının ninnisini yaprakla duydu.
O çocuklar büyürken yandı düşleri,
Alevler aldı hayalleri, yurdu…

Orman sadece ağaç değildir kardeşim,
Topraktır, vatandır, alın teri, geçmişim.
Bir kuşun kanadında taşır geleceği,
Orman yoksa nefes yok, bil ki hiçliğim!

Düşman gibi girer yangın bir gece,
Bilmem sabotaj mı, gaflet mi, bir bilmece…
Ama bir gerçek var, apaçık, derin:
Yanan ormanla birlikte yanarız milletçe.

Ey insan! Uyan, artık susma, gör,
Her kıvılcım bir felaketin habercisi, gör.
Bir izmarit, bir cam, bir ihmal yeter,
Orman giderse, ardından her şey biter!

Koruyalım, kollayalım o yemyeşil cenneti,
Gelecek için dikelim yeniden her fidanı.
Her tohumda umut var, her dalda hayat,
Unutma, orman vatandır, geleceğimizin emaneti!

If the Forest Burns, the Homeland Will Cry

If the forest burns, the mountain, the stone, the plain will burn,
A scream rises towards the sky, a single word: "Enough!If the Forest Burns, the Homeland Will Cry

If the forest burns, the mountain, the stone, the plain will burn,
A scream rises towards the sky, a sst Burns, the Homeland Will Cry

If the forest burns, the mountain, the stone, the plain will burn,
A scream rises towards thIf the Forest Burns, the Homeland Will Cry

If the forest burns, the mountain, the stone, the plain will burn,
A scream rises towards theIf the Forest Burns, the Homeland Will Cry

If the forest burns, the mountain, the stone, the plain will burn,
A scream rises towards the sky, a single word: "Enough!"
The lament begins with the sighing of the pines,
It burns green, it burns cool, it burns quiet dawn.

Before the seeds have even kissed the ground,
Before the saplings could say "hello" to life,
A spark strikes their foreheads,
And all labor, all body, merges into eternity.

Forest…
Do you think it's just a cluster of trees?
Whereas there is a childhood hidden in every branch,
A lullaby on every leaf, a prayer, a love.
And each root is actually the signature that the ancestor left on the soil.

If the sycamore burns, history ignites,
If the cedar burns, ecdat küser.
If the oak burns, the resistance falls to the ground,
And if the juniper burns down, hope turns to ashes.If the cedar burns, ecdat küser.
If the oak burns, the resistance falls to the ground,
And if the juniper burns down, hope turns to ashes.

On fire…
Our ins the cedar burns, ecdat küser.
If the oak burns, the resistance falls to the ground,
And if the juniper burns down, hope turns If the cedar burns, ecdat küser.
If the oak burns, the resistance falls to the ground,
And if the juniper burns down, hope turns to ashes.

On fire…
Our insides are burnithe cedar burns, ecdat küser.
If the oak burns, the resistance falls to the ground,
And if the juniper burns down, hope turns to ashes.

On fire…
Our insides are burning with the partridge's wing,
Pie bug, wild goat, squirrel, deer…
All to death while fleeing,
Tell me, where does humanity hide?

A brave man comes forward at that moment,
Shovel in hand, homeland in your heart.
He throws his body into the fire without fear,
And he says: "I'm here, if it's going to burn, I'm on my side first!”

Who is in the aircraft,
Some shoulder to shoulder on land…
He carries a handful of water like an ant,
And he gives his life, for the sake of keeping the forest alive…

The martyr falls…
But his name is engraved in the sky with soot-scented smoke.
His prayer, cooked in fire,
is buried in the heart of the earth forever.broken bottle prayer, cooked in fire,
is buried in the heart of the earth .

O ember of ignorance,
O bottle of ignorance
You don't jprayer, cooked in fire,
is buried in the of the earth forever.

O ember of ignorance,
O broken bottle oHis prayer, cooked in fire,
is buried in the heart of the earth forever.

O ember of ignorance,
O broken bottle of ignorance
You don't just burn a branch,
You scorch His prayer, cooked in fire,
is buried in the heart of the earth forever.

O ember of ignorance,
O broken bottle of ignorance
You don't just burn a branch,
You scorch the future of a nation without realizing it…

O man!
The forest is silent but it does not forget,
The tree does not cry but tells,
The land is burned but it does not forgive!

And now… Just mourning is not enough!

Every tree to be planted,
He should be raised like a child with our hands.
Fondness for green is not an ornament,
There should be a belief, a homeland debt, a matter of conscience in our language.

Putting an end to every piece of garbage is a revolution in silence,
Every extinguished cigarette butt saves a thousand breaths.
Protecting the forest is not a blessing,
It is actually protecting ourselves,
Because the forest is us.
Its roots are in us, its branches are in us, its shadow is in us...otecting the forest is not a blessing,
It is actually protecting ourselves,
Because the forest is us.
Its roots are in us, its branches are in us, its shadow is in us...

We need consciousness!
Thisecting the forest is not a blessing,
It is actually protecting ourselves,
Because the forest is us.
Its roots are in us, its branches are in us, its shadow is in us...

We need consciousness!
This love should sproecting the forest is not a blessing,
It is actually protecting ourselves,
Because the forest is us.
Its roots are in us, its branches are tecting the forest is not a blessing,
It is actually protecting ourselves,
Because the forest is us.
Its roots are in us, its branches are in us, its shadow is in us...

We need consciousness!
This love should sprout in the book, at school, in the family.
The child, the brother should know the tree,
He should be friends with water, with earth, he's only five years old!

It falls to the elders to work first,
You need to be an example in every behavior.
It's not your hand that cuts trees,
There should be a society where the heart that plants trees is respected from the very beginning.

Then the fireproof forest!
Then the bird will not shut up, the gazelle will not run away.
And the shining green on the forehead of a nation,
It becomes a breath for the future, a life for the earth!

Remember:
With every tree you plant, you plant yourself in life,
In every branch you protect, your children run to the morning.
If the forest burns, not only the trees,
the fate of a people and the morning of a country also burns!With every tree you plant, you plant yourself in life,
In every branch you protect, your children run to the morning.
If the forest burns, not only the trees,
the fate of a people and the moith every tree you plant, you plant yourself in life,
In every branch you protect, your children run to the morning.
If the forest burns, not only the trees,
tWith every tree you plant, you plant yourself in life,
In every branch you protect, your children run to the morning.
If the forest burns, not only the trees,
the fate of a people and the morning of a country also burns!

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Our Heart Is On Fire, Our Heart Is On Fire

Our heart is on fire, our heart is on fire,
The mountain, the forest, our flower are turning to ashes.
Not just the tree, but every spark that falls,
A life is gone, a breath, a joy of ours...

We grew up under the shade of the pines,
We played in the coolness, we dreamed in silence.
The bird's home was in those pines,
The singing of the partridge, the running of the gazelle…

Now there is smoke in the sky, embers on the ground,
There is a fire everywhere, there is a wound in the heart.
He runs to the fire with a valiant shovel in his hand,
There is no sweat on your forehead, there is love of the motherland!ow there is smoke in the sky, embers on the ground,
There is a fire everywhere, there is a wound in the heart.
He runs to the fire with a valiant shovel in his hand,
There is no sweat on your forehead,Now there is smoke in the sky, embers on the ground,
There is a fire everywhere, there is a wound in the heart.
He runs to the fire with a valiant shovel in his hand,
There is no sweat on your forehead, there is loNow there is smoke in the sky, embers on the ground,
There is a fire everywhere, there is a wound in the heart.
He runs to the fire with a valiant shovel in his hand,
There is no sweat on your forehead, there is love of the motherland!

The sound of a helicopter echoes from the mountain,
A drop of water becomes a hope from the vineyard.
But sometimes he can't keep up with the time,
A life falls, a martyr becomes a martyr in the forest…

Some were born in the forest,
He heard his mother's lullaby with a leaf.
When those children were growing up, their dreams burned,
His dreams went up in flames, his homeland…

The forest is not just a tree, brother,
It is the land, it is the homeland, take it, sweat, my past.
He carries the future on the wing of a bird,
If there is no forest, there is no breath, know that I am nothing!

The enemy enters like a fire one night,
I don't know if it's sabotage or heedlessness, it's a riddle…
But there is a truth, obvious, deep:
We burn together with the burning forest, as a nationThe enemy enters like a fire one night,
I don't know if it's sabotage or heedlessness, it's a riddle…
But there is a truth, obvious, deep:
We burn together with the burning forest, ay enters like a fire one night,
I don't know if it's sabotage or heedlessness, it's a riddle…
But there is a truth, obvious, deep:
We burn together with the burning forest, as a nation.

O man! Wake up,

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Kayıt Tarihi : 26.7.2025 19:35:00