In the cradle of ancient forests, she breathes,Her whispers carried by the rustling leaves,Mountains echo her enduring grace,While rivers carve stories on her gentle face.Her fields, a tapestry of colors bright,Under the sun’s warm, golden light,In her arms, we find our place,Amidst the wonders of her vast embrace.The oceans sing her lullabies deep,Where hidden treasures silently sleep,Her winds weave through the open skies,Guiding birds on their timeless flight.Yet in her silence, she hopes and dreams,For us to cherish her fragile schemes,To walk gently upon her sacred land,And hold her future in our tender hands.