Beneath the canopy, where shadows play,
The whispers of the Earth come to light,
In the gentle sway of the trees, they say,
Secrets of dawn and the kiss of night.

Rivers carve their ancient course,
Murmuring tales of forgotten times,
In each ripple, a silent force,
Singing songs of nature’s rhymes.

Mountains stand, so proud and tall,
Guardians of the sky and land,
Echoing the call of the wild’s thrall,
Holding wisdom in their grand.

Flowers bloom in colors bright,
A tapestry of life unfurled,
In their petals, pure delight,
Nature’s gift to a weary world.