In the heart of the forest, where sunlight weaves,
Mother Earth whispers through rustling leaves.
Her breath is the wind, her tears are the rain,
Nurturing life, easing our pain.

Mountains rise as her ancient spine,
Rivers flow, a lifeline divine.
In her embrace, we find our place,
A timeless dance, a tender grace.

The oceans sing her endless song,
Waves crashing, where we belong.
From dawn to dusk, through night and day,
She guides us gently on our way.

Yet heed her call, for she grows weary,
Of wounds we inflict, her visage teary.
Cherish her gifts, respect her might,
For Mother Earth, our guiding light.