In the cradle of cosmic grace,
Where azure skies embrace the land,
The Earth spins in a timeless dance,
A world sculpted by nature’s hand.

Mountains rise and rivers flow,
Whispering tales of ages past,
Forests breathe in a gentle glow,
Their emerald canopies vast.

Beneath the sun’s warm, golden rays,
Fields of flowers sway and bloom,
While moonlit nights weave silver threads,
Enchanting the world in softest gloom.

Through storm and calm, through night and day,
The Earth endures, a steadfast friend,
Guarding secrets of life untold,
In her embrace, all journeys end.