In the hush of dawn’s first light,
Man walks with Nature, pure and bright.
The whispering winds, the rustling leaves,
Together weave a tale that never grieves.

Mountains stand tall, their secrets deep,
While rivers through the valleys sweep.
Man’s heart beats in rhythm to the land,
Each pulse a touch, a gentle hand.

The sky above, a canvas wide,
Stars and moon, where dreams reside.
Nature speaks in silent prose,
Man listens, and his spirit grows.

In the end, it’s clear to see,
Man and Nature, wild and free.
An eternal dance, a timeless song,
Where both belong, where both are strong.