In the whisper of the gentle breeze,
Nature speaks in tones so pure;
A symphony of rustling leaves,
To man’s restless heart, a cure.

Beneath the canopy of stars aglow,
Man stands in awe, a fleeting guest;
Yet in his heart, desires grow,
To tame the wild, the untamed quest.

Rivers carve their ancient path,
And mountains rise in silent might;
Man’s hands build and sometimes wrack,
A dance of shadow, a dance of light.

But in the soil where roots run deep,
A lesson waits for those who see;
In nature’s arms, a promise to keep,
To live in peace, in harmony.