Beneath the sky, where the rivers flow,
The whispering trees begin to grow.
Their leaves in chorus, softly sing,
A lullaby to the coming spring.

The mountains stand with peaks so high,
Reaching out to the boundless sky.
They guard the valleys, green and wide,
Where nature’s secrets often hide.

The sun sets low, with a golden hue,
Painting the world in colors new.
The stars then twinkle, bright and clear,
Guiding the night with tender cheer.

The ocean waves, a rhythmic song,
To which the seabirds all belong.
Nature’s choir, in perfect rhyme,
Echoes the beauty of endless time.