In the cradle of the emerald woods,
Where sunlight weaves through leafy hoods,
Mother Nature’s gentle sigh,
Nurtures life that reaches high.

Rivers carve the timeless stone,
Whispers in the breeze are known,
To tell the tales of ages past,
In her arms, all shadows cast.

Mountains stand with silent grace,
Reflecting stars in night’s embrace,
Every creature finds its place,
In the harmony of her sacred space.

Flowers bloom in colors bright,
Underneath her watchful light,
Mother Nature, pure and true,
We owe our breath and life to you.