In the cradle of dawn, where shadows flee,
The earth breathes life, so wild, so free.
With every whisper of the morning breeze,
It sings a song through ancient trees.

Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
The forest hums and never grieves.
Rivers carve their timeless path,
In gentle streams or mighty wrath.

Mountains stand as silent guards,
Holding secrets, keeping wards.
Valleys bloom with colors bright,
A testament to nature’s light.

As twilight falls and stars ignite,
The earth whispers soft goodnight.
In every grain of sand and sea,
Lies the planet’s symphony.