In the whispering winds of ancient trees,
Man finds solace, a gentle breeze,
As rivers carve their timeless path,
Nature’s wisdom, a gentle bath.

Mountains stand, a silent guide,
Echoing strength, where spirits bide,
Boundless skies, a canvas vast,
Man and nature, a union cast.

Through verdant fields and blossomed blooms,
Life’s harmony in fragrant plumes,
Each heartbeat synced with Earth’s own song,
In nature’s arms, we all belong.

Seasons change, yet ties remain,
In sun and storm, in joy and pain,
A sacred dance, eternally spun,
Man and nature, forever one.