In the quiet dawn, where shadows play,
Man stands in awe of nature’s gentle sway.
The trees, like sentinels, stand tall and wise,
Whispering secrets to the morning skies.

Rivers carve their paths through ancient lands,
Guided by time’s unyielding hands.
Man, an artist, molds the earth’s face,
Yet nature’s beauty he cannot replace.

Seasons change with a graceful ease,
Teaching man the art of release.
In nature’s arms, solace is found,
A sacred bond, eternally bound.

The stars above, a celestial guide,
Reflect the harmony where worlds collide.
Man and nature, in a timeless embrace,
Dance together in a shared space.