Beneath the canopy where shadows play,
Whispers of the wind through leaves sway,
Man walks gently, a humble guest,
In nature’s realm, both blessed and blessed.

Rivers carve their ancient paths,
Echoing the timeless dance of wrath,
Yet man finds solace by their side,
In nature’s arms, where dreams abide.

Mountains stand as sentinels tall,
Witness to the rise and fall,
Of mankind’s journey, bold and wise,
In nature’s gaze, where truth lies.

Stars above weave tapestries bright,
Guiding man through the darkest night,
In nature’s vast and endless sea,
Man and nature, forever free.