Beneath the vast and endless skies,
Where mountains touch the heavens high,
Mother Earth whispers ancient tales,
Of lands where time shall never die.

Her forests sing with rustling leaves,
A symphony of life and birth,
Rivers weave their gentle paths,
Painting dreams upon the earth.

In fields of gold where flowers bloom,
The sun bestows its warm embrace,
While the moon guides the tides of night,
In a celestial, endless chase.

O Mother Earth, in your embrace,
We find our home, our sacred place,
With humble hearts, we vow to keep,
Your beauty safe, your spirit deep.