In the whisper of the morning breeze,
She weaves through trees with tender ease,
A symphony of life she sings,
In every leaf, her essence clings.
Her rivers carve the ancient stone,
In every drop, her power’s shown,
The mountains stand, her timeless guards,
Nature’s beauty, held in shards.
The sun, her golden crown of light,
Guiding us through day and night,
Her skies painted with hues so grand,
A masterpiece by her own hand.
In the silence of the moonlit night,
She holds the stars in gentle sight,
A guardian of the earth’s sweet core,
Mother Nature, forevermore.