In whispers of the morning breeze,
The earth recounts its ancient tales,
Of forests deep and oceans blue,
A world where nature never fails.

The rivers sing their endless song,
Of life that flows in endless streams,
Through valleys green and mountains high,
Sustaining all our hopes and dreams.

Each leaf that falls, a promise kept,
To nurture ground for future seeds,
The cycle turns, renewing life,
In harmony, fulfilling needs.

So let us guard this precious gift,
Preserve the balance, cherish all,
For in this dance of give and take,
We find our place, both great and small.