The gentle whispers of the morning breeze,
Awakening the world with tender grace,
In the heart of the forest, where secrets breathe,
Mother Nature’s love weaves her embrace.

Under the canopy of emerald dreams,
The rivers sing their eternal song,
Flowing through valleys, where sunlight gleams,
In nature’s arms, we find where we belong.

Mountains stand as guardians of the sky,
Their peaks touching realms of endless blue,
In their silent strength, our spirits fly,
Mother Nature’s wisdom, ancient and true.

With every leaf that dances in the wind,
And every star that lights the evening’s face,
We hear her call, gentle and kind,
Guiding us to cherish her sacred space.