In the whisper of the ancient trees,
Lies a story of time and tender grace,
Where man’s breath mingles with the breeze,
And the earth cradles his fleeting pace.

Beneath the canopy’s emerald shade,
Hearts beat in a rhythm so pure,
Nature’s hymn, a serenade,
Binding souls in a bond secure.

Streams of life flow through our veins,
As rivers carve their timeless path,
Mountains stand, unyielding remains,
Reflecting man’s courage and wrath.

In every bloom and twilight’s hue,
We find a mirror to our soul’s reflection,
Man and nature, forever true,
A dance of love and deep connection.