In the gentle whisper of the morning breeze,
A symphony of leaves begins to play,
Man walks softly through the forest’s ease,
Listening to what the earth has to say.

The river’s song tells tales of ancient times,
Its waters carving paths with patient grace,
Man stands in awe of its flowing rhymes,
Connecting with nature’s timeless face.

Fields of gold beneath the sun’s warm gaze,
A testament to nature’s boundless art,
Man tends the soil, in gratitude he stays,
Finding solace in the earth’s beating heart.

Together they weave a story intertwined,
Man and nature in a dance profound,
In harmony their destinies aligned,
A sacred bond on this fertile ground.