In the land where the palms whisper low,
And backwaters silently flow,
Nature weaves her gentle song,
A melody that lingers long.

The emerald fields stretch far and wide,
Beneath the skies where dreams reside,
Each dawn brings a golden hue,
A promise of the day anew.

The monsoon rains dance with grace,
Kissing the earth, a warm embrace,
Rivers swell with life anew,
Reflecting the sky’s deepest blue.

Amidst the flora rich and rare,
Wildlife roams without a care,
In every leaf, in every tree,
Malayalam nature sings to me.