Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where sunlight dances, soft and serene,
The whispers of the ancient trees,
Tell tales of time, carried by the breeze.

Rivers weave through rocks and moss,
A melody of nature, never lost,
The symphony of life, so pure and true,
In every leaf, a story anew.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of the land,
Their peaks touching skies, oh so grand,
They watch the seasons come and go,
Silent witnesses to the ebb and flow.

Night falls and stars ignite the sky,
A celestial dance, so wondrous and high,
Nature’s canvas, painted with care,
A timeless beauty, beyond compare.