Beneath the ancient canopy, whispers softly weave,
A tale of time where man and earth conceive,
Roots entwine with dreams, in soil they believe,
The breath of the forest, in lungs we receive.

Rivers carve the land, a gentle artist’s hand,
Guiding life’s journey, across the golden sand,
Man’s heart beats in rhythm with the earth’s grand,
Yet shadows of greed cast upon this band.

Mountains stand as guardians, silent and wise,
Watching over fields where the wildflower lies,
In nature’s embrace, the spirit never dies,
Yet man’s ambition often blinds the skies.

O gentle harmony, a dance of give and take,
In unity with nature, let us awake,
For in the balance, a new dawn we make,
A pledge to nurture, for our future’s sake.