Beneath the vast canopy of ancient trees,
Where whispers of the wind play melodies,
Man and nature in silent dialogue,
A timeless bond, an unspoken prologue.

Rivers weaving tales of journeys far,
Mountains standing as silent guards,
Man listens to the earth’s heartbeat,
In every footprint, every seed sown deep.

The sun paints the sky with hues of gold,
As man finds warmth in stories of old,
Nature’s gifts in abundance shared,
A relationship tenderly, carefully spared.

Moonlight dances on tranquil seas,
Man breathes in the night’s gentle ease,
Together they weave a tapestry grand,
An eternal bond, hand in hand.