Beneath the sky’s eternal dome,
Lies Mother Earth’s vast, sacred home.
Her whispers in the rustling leaves,
A lullaby that gently weaves.
Rivers sing her ancient song,
As mountains stand, enduring and strong.
In fields of gold and oceans blue,
Her spirit breathes in every hue.
The gentle touch of morning’s light,
Kisses the earth with warmth so bright.
Her beauty blooms in every flower,
A testament to nature’s power.
With every sunset, every dawn,
Her timeless dance goes on and on.
In her embrace, we find our place,
A gentle world of love and grace.