In the gentle cradle of the morning light,
Where whispers of the dawn ignite the sky,
A symphony of colors takes its flight,
As nature wakes, with dreams that never die.

The rivers sing their ancient, flowing song,
As mountains stand in silent, steadfast grace,
The forest hums where countless creatures throng,
Each leaf and branch a vital, breathing space.

Beneath the canopy of stars at night,
The moon casts silver shadows on the land,
While winds weave through the trees with gentle might,
A timeless dance, a touch of nature’s hand.

In every corner of this vast expanse,
A world of wonder waits for those who seek,
The beauty of the earth in every glance,
Where nature’s voice in silence learns to speak.