In the cradle of emerald fields,
Where whispers of the wind dance free,
The earth breathes ancient tales untold,
In the rustling leaves of every tree.

Mountains stand in timeless grace,
Guardians of secrets old and deep,
Their shadows cast on fertile lands,
Where rivers in gentle murmurs speak.

Oceans vast, a sapphire embrace,
Cradle of life, a vibrant sea,
With waves that sing of distant shores,
In melodies of eternity.

Under the tapestry of stars,
The earth spins tales both wild and wise,
A realm where dreams take flight and soar,
Beneath the ever-watchful skies.