In the heart of ancient China, where the bamboo whispers low,
Rivers carve their secrets, in the valleys they gently flow.
Lanterns light the path, under the moon’s silver glow,
Nature’s timeless beauty, in every leaf and shadow.

Mountains stand like guardians, their peaks touch the sky,
Cherry blossoms dance, as gentle winds pass by.
Trails of incense linger, in temples where monks sigh,
Echoes of tranquility, in every silent cry.

The dragonflies flutter, over ponds serene and clear,
Lotus blooms unfold, in waters pure and near.
Cranes wade in harmony, without a trace of fear,
Nature’s song of peace, is all that we can hear.

Through the misty mornings, and the golden twilight’s gleam,
The spirit of the land, flows like a never-ending dream.
In this sacred haven, where nature reigns supreme,
We find our true selves, in the heart of nature’s scheme.