In the cradle of the whispering winds,
The gentle breeze begins to sing.
Through leafy trees, its journey winds,
A lullaby of nature’s eternal spring.

The river flows with a graceful dance,
Reflecting sunlight’s golden glance.
Upon its banks, wildflowers bloom,
Painting the air with a sweet perfume.

Beneath the sky’s vast, azure dome,
The mountains stand, ancient and grand.
Their peaks touch clouds like a poet’s tome,
Etching tales of time upon the land.

As twilight falls, stars softly gleam,
Lighting the night with a gentle beam.
The earth, in slumber, dreams anew,
Embraced by nature’s endless view.