Beneath the azure skies so wide,
Where whispering winds in meadows hide,
The earth unfolds her secret tale,
In rustling leaves and mountain trails.

The rivers dance with gleaming light,
Reflecting stars that guard the night,
In ripples soft, they sing a song,
Of timeless flow, both deep and long.

The forest breathes with ancient grace,
In every tree, a storied place,
The scent of pine and earthy loam,
A testament to nature’s home.

As dawn awakes with golden hue,
The world is born anew, and true,
In every corner, life does spring,
A symphony of whispers sing.