In the whisper of the wind, the trees do dance,
Their leaves rustling in a timeless trance.
Beneath the canopy, shadows play,
As sunlight pierces through the day.

Rivers carve their ancient path,
Singing songs of nature’s wrath.
Stones smoothed by the endless flow,
In their journey, forever they go.

Mountains stand with silent grace,
Guardians of this sacred place.
Their peaks kiss the heavens high,
Majestic against the azure sky.

The earth, a canvas rich and grand,
Painted by nature’s gentle hand.
In every corner, life does bloom,
A testament to nature’s room.