Beneath the sky’s vast embrace,
Where whispers of the winds reside,
Man walks, a gentle trace,
In nature’s boundless tide.

The rivers sing their ancient song,
Mountains stand with solemn grace,
Together they belong,
In this shared, sacred space.

Yet, hands of man oft forget,
The fragile gift they hold,
In greed’s relentless net,
Nature’s cries grow cold.

But hope endures within the heart,
A promise to renew,
That man and nature never part,
In harmony, they grew.