Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
Whispering secrets, the forest breathes.
Each step a journey, through paths unknown,
In nature’s arms, I am alone.

The mountains call with their ancient song,
Peaks that stand proud, unwavering and strong.
Climbing higher, the air grows thin,
Yet my spirit soars, from within.

Oceans vast with endless tides,
Carry dreams on waves that glide.
The horizon beckons, a line so fine,
Adventures await, in waters divine.

Desert sands, in golden spread,
Whisper tales of times long dead.
Each grain a story, both old and new,
In this vast expanse, I find truths.