Amidst the rustling leaves, where shadows dance and play,
The bamboo whispers secrets, from a time far away.
In the heart of nature’s embrace, tranquility finds its way,
Guiding lost souls gently, through the break of day.

The gentle brook meanders, a silver thread of song,
Harmonizing with the wind, as it carries dreams along.
Mountains stand as sentinels, watching over the throng,
Of flora and fauna, in a world where they belong.

Cherry blossoms flutter, like whispers of the past,
Painting skies with memories, that forever last.
The lotus blooms in silence, in waters deep and vast,
A symbol of resilience, through the storms it has surpassed.

As the sun dips low, casting a golden hue,
The landscape glows with warmth, in every shade and view.
Chinese nature unfolds, in a scene so pure and true,
A timeless masterpiece, forever to renew.