In whispered winds and rustling leaves,
The language of the earth speaks true,
A symphony of life that weaves,
The ties between the old and new.

Beneath the canopy of green,
Where sunlight dances on the stream,
Man and nature stand serene,
United in a timeless dream.

The mountains rise, the rivers flow,
The heartbeat of the wild remains,
In every seed that we sow,
We feel the pulse within our veins.

So let us cherish every breath,
The sacred bond that we sustain,
For in this dance of life and death,
We find our place, and break our chains.