In the morning’s gentle light,
She whispers tales of old,
Her mountains tall, her rivers bright,
The stories they unfold.

Beneath the canopy of green,
She breathes life anew,
Every leaf and every scene,
A testament so true.

Her oceans vast and wide,
Echo the songs of time,
With every ebb and flow of tide,
A symphony sublime.

Oh Mother Earth, we hear your call,
To cherish and to keep,
Your beauty, grand and all,
In our hearts, deep.