In the gentle whispers of the morning breeze,
We find the echoes of ancient trees.
Their roots entwined with stories untold,
In their shade, more than warmth, we hold.

The rivers sing with a timeless grace,
Reflecting the sky’s serene embrace.
Carving paths through stone and sand,
A testament to nature’s guiding hand.

Mountains stand with majestic pride,
Guardians of secrets they confide.
Their peaks kiss the heavens above,
A silent pledge of eternal love.

In the symphony of the world we see,
A bond unyielding, wild, and free.
For in nature’s realm, we find our place,
In her embrace, we find our grace.