In the hush of dawnâs first light,
The willows whisper secrets of the night,
Beneath their boughs, the streams do flow,
Carrying tales from long ago.
The cherry blossoms, pink and fair,
Paint the sky with colors rare,
As bamboo forests, tall and green,
Stand as sentinels, calm and serene.
Mountains rise, majestic, grand,
Guardians of this ancient land,
Where natureâs beauty knows no bounds,
In every sight and every sound.
The moon reflects on still waters clear,
A silent witness, ever near,
To the grace and peace that nature brings,
In the heart of Chinaâs timeless springs.