Beneath the canopy of whispered leaves,
The earth breathes softly in gentle hues,
Cradling life in its ancient sleeves,
With stories told in morning dews.

Rivers carve paths through timeless stone,
Singing songs of ages past,
In every drop, the secrets grown,
Of how the world was first cast.

Mountains stand as guardians tall,
Watching over the lands below,
Their echoes in the winds that call,
In the dance of sun and shadow.

Underneath the vast, starlit night,
The earth holds dreams of yesteryears,
In its embrace, the future’s light,
Whispering hope beyond our fears.