In the whisper of the ancient trees,
A story unfolds in the breeze,
Soft murmurs of the rustling leaves,
Echo the tales of countless eves.

Mountains draped in misty shrouds,
Stand tall against the drifting clouds,
Guardians of time, silent and wise,
Watching over the earth as it sighs.

Rivers carve paths through valleys deep,
Singing songs as they gently sweep,
Cradling dreams in their gentle flow,
Nurturing life, wherever they go.

Beneath the stars, the night unfolds,
A canvas of dreams and stories told,
In the heart of nature’s endless grace,
We find our place, our sacred space.