In the whisper of the ancient trees,
Lies the song of the earth, unbroken.
Man stands in awe of nature’s breeze,
A bond unspoken, yet awoken.
Rivers carve their timeless paths,
As mountains rise to kiss the sky.
Man gazes, feeling nature’s wrath,
Yet finds peace where wild things lie.
The sun sets in a blaze of gold,
Painting the horizon with flaming hues.
Man’s heart, like stories of old,
Finds solace in the evening’s muse.
Beneath the stars, in midnight’s grace,
Nature and man stand hand in hand.
A silent promise in this sacred place,
To cherish and protect the land.