Beneath the soil, where silence reigns,
Lie treasures vast, in endless chains.
The whispers of the ancient land,
In every grain, by nature’s hand.

Rivers weave through mountains high,
Their dance beneath the open sky.
With every drop, a promise made,
To nourish life where shadows fade.

Forests tall with secrets deep,
In every leaf, the stories sleep.
A symphony of rustling trees,
That sings a song upon the breeze.

The sun and wind, a gentle force,
That guides us on a timeless course.
In nature’s gifts, our hope resides,
A treasure trove where life abides.