Beneath the ancient canopies, we tread,
In nature’s arms, our spirits wed.
The whispering leaves, the flowing streams,
Together weave our shared dreams.

The mountains stand, a silent guard,
While rivers carve the earth, unmarred.
In every breath, a bond renewed,
Man and nature, deeply ensued.

Through seasons’ change, in sun and snow,
Our roots entwine, our spirits grow.
The skies, a canvas, ever wide,
Nature’s pulse, our hearts’ guide.

In harmony, we find our grace,
A symbiotic, sacred place.
Together, bound in life’s grand lore,
Man and nature, forevermore.