Beneath the sky, her grace unfolds,
In fields of green and stories untold.
Her whispers dance on the evening breeze,
A gentle call through the ancient trees.
She cradles life in her tender care,
Rivers flowing, a melody rare.
Mountains stand as her timeless guards,
Holding secrets in their stony shards.
Her heart beats with the ocean’s tide,
Where mysteries and wonders hide.
The sun paints her with golden light,
As day turns softly into night.
Yet tears she sheds in silent rain,
Pleas for healing from her pain.
Let us cherish her with love profound,
For in her arms, our dreams are found.