Beneath the ancient boughs of oaken trees,
Where whispers of the wind and leaves entwine,
Man finds a solace, a tranquil ease,
In nature’s arms, a bond divine.

The rivers carve their tales through stone and earth,
A testament to time’s unyielding flow,
Man drinks from these pure waters, finding worth,
In every drop, a story to bestow.

The mountains rise, a fortress in the sky,
Their peaks a symbol of enduring might,
Man climbs these heights, his spirit to defy,
Seeking the dawn, the first embrace of light.

In fields where wildflowers freely dance,
And creatures roam in harmony and grace,
Man learns to live, to love, to take a chance,
In nature’s realm, he finds his sacred place.