Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where whispers of the wind weave through the leaves,
Life dances in the gentle morning breeze,
In nature’s arms, the soul finds sweet reprieve.
The river’s song, a melody so pure,
Its waters carving paths through time and stone,
Reflecting skies where dreams and hopes endure,
In nature’s cradle, life is never lone.
The mountains stand as guardians of old,
Their peaks, a testament to strength and grace,
Through changing seasons, stories they unfold,
Lifeâs journey mirrored in their steadfast face.
Sunsets blaze with hues of crimson fire,
As twilight weaves the night’s embracing shroud,
In nature’s beauty, hearts will never tire,
Life’s fleeting moments, cherished and allowed.