Beneath the ancient canopy, where whispers intertwine,
Man finds solace in the rustling leaves’ gentle chime.
The river’s song, a melody so pure,
Guides us to a world where hearts endure.

In fields of golden wheat, under skies so blue,
We sow our dreams, and nature sees us through.
With every breath, the earth and man as one,
A sacred dance beneath the radiant sun.

Mountains stand as guardians, silent yet profound,
Echoes of our ancestors in the rocks are found.
The bond we share, an unbroken chain,
Through storm and calm, through joy and pain.

As seasons change, our spirits grow and bend,
Nature’s wisdom, our eternal friend.
In the heart of the wild, we find our place,
A timeless bond, forever interlaced.