Beneath the ancient canopy, where shadows weave,
The gentle murmur of the leaves sings a song,
A melody of time and space intertwined,
Binding man to the earth, where he belongs.
Rivers carve their stories through the land,
Whispering secrets to the stones and trees,
In their flow, we find the rhythm of our hearts,
A dance of life, in natureâs gentle breeze.
The mountains stand as sentinels, wise and old,
Guardians of stories etched in their skin,
In their silence, we hear the echoes of our past,
A reminder of where our souls begin.
In natureâs embrace, we find our place,
A connection forged in earth and sky,
Through every leaf and drop of rain,
We discover the truth that never dies.