Underneath the ancient, towering trees,
Where shadows play and sunlight weaves,
A symphony of whispers rides the breeze,
In nature’s embrace, the heart believes.

The river’s song, a timeless tune,
Murmurs secrets to the moon,
Reflecting skies of azure noon,
In nature’s arms, we find our boon.

The hills stand tall, with silent grace,
Guardians of this sacred space,
Where flowers bloom in warm embrace,
In nature’s heart, we find our place.

Beneath the stars, the earth does sleep,
In dreams of peace, so calm and deep,
Nature’s promise, ours to keep,
In her gentle hold, our spirits leap.