In the morning’s gentle whispering breeze,
The leaves dance with a delicate grace,
Sunlight filters through the ancient trees,
Casting shadows that time cannot erase.

The river flows with a serene song,
Its waters a mirror of the sky,
Reflecting clouds that drift along,
As birds in harmony pass by.

Mountains stand as guardians of the land,
Their peaks touching the endless blue,
Silent witnesses to nature’s hand,
Crafting landscapes ever new.

Beneath the stars, the world finds peace,
A symphony of night unfolds,
In nature’s arms, all worries cease,
And life’s true beauty gently holds.