In the gentle sway of ancient trees,
The whispering winds begin to weave,
A tapestry of nature’s song,
Where silence holds its breath long.

The golden sun on horizon’s edge,
Paints the sky with hues so bold,
As rivers carve their timeless pledge,
And stories of the earth unfold.

Beneath the stars, the night descends,
A velvet cloak of dreams untold,
While fireflies in twilight blend,
In dances of light, brave and bold.

Mountains stand with timeless grace,
Guardians of the land they embrace,
Echoing tales of ancient lore,
Nature’s wisdom forevermore.