Beneath the ancient canopy of whispering leaves,
Man finds solace in nature’s gentle breath,
A symphony of life, where heartbeats intertwine,
With the pulse of rivers and the rustling of trees.

In the cradle of mountains and valleys wide,
Our spirits soar with the eagle’s flight,
Touching the heavens, grounded by earth,
We become one with the stars’ silent gaze.

The ocean’s waves sing songs of old,
Crashing rhythms that cleanse the soul,
Man and sea in an eternal dance,
Bound by the tides of time and chance.

Under the moon’s tender light, we see,
The threads of life in their purest form,
Nature’s embrace, a timeless connection,
We are but moments in her endless storm.