In the heart of the forest, where sunlight weaves, Mother Earth whispers through rustling leaves. Her breath is the wind,…
Beneath the azure sky, she breathes, In rhythms of the winds, her whispers weave, The ancient soil, a canvas vast,…
In the cradle of lush green valleys, Where rivers weave their tales, She whispers secrets of time, In the rustling…
In the cradle of dawn, she awakens, Veins of rivers, her lifeblood flowing, Mists upon her breath, softly taken, Guardians…