Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
The earth whispers ancient tales untold,
Of mountains tall and oceans deep,
Where life blooms in colors bold.

Rivers carve their winding paths,
Through valleys lush and wide,
Feeding forests rich with secrets,
Where countless creatures quietly abide.

The sun bestows its golden warmth,
On fields of green and flowers bright,
While moonlight weaves its silver threads,
Painting dreams in the still of night.

In every seed lies a story old,
Of life renewing with each dawn,
A tapestry of earth’s own heart,
Forever growing, ever drawn.