Beneath the ancient canopy of trees, we find,
A harmony that sings in whispers kind,
The rustling leaves, the chirping birds,
Speak secrets known beyond mere words.

The mountain’s echo calls to hearts so deep,
In valleys where the quiet shadows creep,
Man’s spirit blends with nature’s breath,
A dance of life, defying death.

Rivers carve their stories through the land,
While gentle breezes trace them in the sand,
Hands of man and earth entwine,
Creating bonds that timelessly align.

Stars above in midnight skies so vast,
Reflect the moments that forever last,
In every flower, in every stone,
We find a part of us, a place called home.