In the quiet whisper of the morning breeze,
Man walks amidst the towering trees.
Nature’s gentle touch, a soothing balm,
Yet man strides on, restless and calm.
The rivers flow with stories untold,
Of ancient times and dreams of gold.
Man dips his hand, the water cool,
Forgetting the lessons from nature’s school.
Mountains stand as guardians old,
Echoing tales of courage bold.
Man climbs high, seeking the peak,
In nature’s grandeur, answers he seeks.
Yet as the sun sets in fiery glow,
Man must learn to let nature grow.
For in the harmony of earth and sky,
Man and nature together fly.