In the whispering woods where echoes play,
Man walks softly, seeking Nature’s grace.
Leaves rustle gently, guiding his way,
In this tranquil, timeless, sacred place.

The river sings a song of ages past,
Its melody flows in endless streams.
Man listens deeply, his heart held fast,
To Nature’s music woven through dreams.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of the sky,
Their peaks kissed by dawn’s golden light.
Man stands in awe, beneath their watchful eye,
Humbled by their ancient, towering might.

In the embrace of the earth, man finds his peace,
A bond unbroken by time’s fleeting hand.
Together they dance, a harmony that will not cease,
Nature and man, in unity they stand.