In the gentle rustle of the leaves,
Nature whispers secrets of time,
Mountains stand as ancient sentinels,
Guarding stories etched in stone.
The rivers carve paths through valleys,
Carrying dreams from distant hills,
While the sun paints skies with colors,
A masterpiece of dawn and dusk.
Man walks the trail of nature’s grace,
Listening to the call of the wild,
In harmony, they dance together,
Creating symphonies with each step.
Yet, in the shadow of progress,
Man must choose his path with care,
To honor the earth’s gentle whispers,
And preserve the beauty they share.