Under the emerald canopy, whispers the wind,
Cradling the leaves in a tender embrace.
Soft murmur of the river, a timeless hymn,
Singing the song of Earth’s gentle grace.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of the skies,
Clad in robes of mist and ancient snow.
Valleys below, where wildflowers lie,
Paint the landscape with colors that glow.

Sunlight filters through the forest’s veil,
Dancing shadows on the forest floor.
Creatures of the wild leave a fleeting trail,
In harmony with nature, forevermore.

Oceans roar with a powerful might,
Yet cradle the life within her deep.
Mother Nature, in day and night,
Keeps the promise she vowed to keep.