In the heart of ancient woods, she breathes,
A symphony of whispers, leaves that sing,
Her gentle touch on every branch beneath,
The cradle of life, a mother’s eternal ring.

Her rivers flow with stories never told,
Reflecting skies of azure pure and bright,
Through valleys deep and mountains stern and cold,
Her essence shines in dawn’s first light.

The flowers bloom in colors so divine,
Each petal kissed by morning’s dew so sweet,
In every gust of wind, her grace we find,
A dance of life beneath our wandering feet.

O Mother Nature, guardian of our days,
Your beauty timeless, endless as the sea,
In your embrace, we find our humble place,
A part of your grand, eternal tapestry.