In the quiet hush of dawn’s first light,
Mother Nature speaks in whispers soft,
Her breath the breeze that dances through,
The leaves that shimmer, green and bright.
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Her wisdom flows, a timeless stream,
Rivers carve their tales in stone,
Echoes of her eternal dream.
Mountains rise, her guardians proud,
Standing firm through storm and sun,
Valleys cradle life anew,
In her embrace, all life is one.
As stars ignite the velvet night,
Her lullaby to all who roam,
In every heart, her spirit dwells,
Mother Nature, our eternal home.