In the cradle of the ancient woods,
Where rivers weave their gentle song,
The earth whispers in quiet moods,
Of treasures that to all belong.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
Mountains stand with timeless grace,
Silent sentinels of our shared home,
Guardians of each sacred space.

Fields of gold and oceans deep,
In harmony, they dance and sway,
A bounty for our souls to keep,
If we choose the mindful way.

Let us heed the call of nature’s plea,
To cherish every leaf and stone,
For in their care, we too are free,
And find the strength to stand alone.