In the silence of the whispering woods,
Where sunlight kisses the leaves with gold,
Man wanders, seeking solace and truth,
Finding fragments of himself in nature’s fold.

Mountains rise, ancient and wise,
Guardians of secrets, of time untold,
Man scales their heights, eyes full of dreams,
Yet nature watches, steadfast and bold.

Rivers weave tales of journeys vast,
Carving paths through the land with grace,
Man bends the currents to his will,
Yet learns the limits of his own pace.

In the delicate balance of give and take,
Man and nature forge their bond,
A dance of beauty, of struggle and peace,
In harmony, they wander beyond.