Beneath the azure sky, the Earth breathes softly,
Her whispers carried by the gentle breeze.
In the dance of the leaves and the flutter of wings,
She shares her stories of ancient trees.

The rivers sing her lullabies, so sweet and pure,
As they wind through valleys, hills, and plains.
In the rhythm of tides and the pull of the moon,
Her voice echoes through mountains and rains.

Seasons change, a symphony of hues and light,
From the blossoms of spring to winter’s embrace.
Each moment a brushstroke on the canvas of time,
Painted with grace, patience, and endless space.

So listen close to the Earth’s gentle whisper,
For in her heart, secrets of life reside.
In every stone, in every grain of sand,
The story of existence, forever, she will confide.