Beneath the azure sky so wide,
The whispering winds and dancing trees,
A symphony of nature’s pride,
In every rustle, a serene breeze.

The mountains rise like ancient kings,
Their peaks adorned with crowns of snow,
Rivers weave through like silver strings,
In the valley, life does grow.

The meadow’s carpet, green and lush,
With flowers blooming, colors blend,
In silence, hear the gentle hush,
Where earth and sky so gently mend.

The twilight casts a golden hue,
As stars begin their nightly dance,
In nature’s arms, the world renews,
A timeless, endless, pure romance.