In the cradle of ancient whispers, the rivers flow,
A melody of secrets, beneath the emerald glow.
Mountains stand as sentinels, guarding time’s embrace,
Where nature’s essence paints the earth’s gentle face.

Forests weave a tapestry, of life and verdant dreams,
Their leaves a whispered promise, in sunlight’s golden beams.
The wind sings through the branches, a soft and tender song,
An orchestra of harmony, where all belong.

Oceans vast and endless, cradle depths unknown,
Their waves a rhythmic heartbeat, where mysteries have grown.
Beneath the azure blanket, a world of life concealed,
A testament to nature’s grace, in every tide revealed.

Fields of amber harvest, stretch beneath the sky,
A bounty given freely, as seasons drift and fly.
The soil rich with history, cradles seeds of hope,
A cycle of renewal, where dreams and nature cope.