In the cradle of dawn’s first light,
Where whispers of the wind softly play,
Mother Nature wraps her arms around,
Guiding the world through night to day.

Her rivers sing with ancient songs,
Carving tales in stone and sand,
While forests dance to the rhythm of time,
In a symphony grand and grand.

Mountains stand as her sentinels,
Guardians of her eternal grace,
Holding secrets of ages past,
In their silent, stoic embrace.

And as the stars adorn the night,
In her vast, celestial sea,
We find solace in her gentle gaze,
In the heart of her mystery.