In the heart of verdant forests, where whispers of the wind do sing,
Lies the soul of Mother Earth, in every blooming spring.
Her rivers carve the mountains, her rains quench the land,
A timeless dance of elements, by her gentle hand.

Through the valleys and the meadows, where wildflowers freely grow,
She cradles life in every form, in sunlight’s golden glow.
From the lofty peaks of mountains to the depths of ocean’s blue,
Her essence breathes in all of us, a bond that’s pure and true.

With every dawn that rises, and every twilight’s fall,
She stands as our protector, the mother of us all.
Her patience never falters, her wisdom always near,
In her embrace, we find solace, she calms our deepest fear.

Yet often we forget her, this guardian of our dreams,
And in our haste, we harm her, disturb her gentle streams.
Let us pledge to honor her, in every choice we make,
For in preserving Mother Earth, a brighter world we stake.