In the cradle of dawn, her whispers sing,
Through forests dense and rivers that gleam.
Mountains stand tall, a guardian’s wing,
While oceans dance in a timeless dream.

Beneath her skies, where the winds weave tales,
Fields of green, where life prevails.
Her breath is the storm, her tears the rain,
Nurturing life in joy and pain.

From the deserts’ hush to the polar freeze,
She holds us close in a tender embrace.
The rocks and roots, her ancient keys,
Unlocking wonders of untold grace.

Oh, Mother Earth, in your vast expanse,
We find our place, our sacred dance.
With gratitude, we tread your lands,
Protecting you with loving hands.