In the gentle arms of the whispering winds,
Leaves dance to the music of nature’s harp.
The sun sets softly on the horizon’s edge,
Painting the sky with hues of golden art.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of the land,
Their peaks kissed by the clouds above.
Rivers carve paths through ancient stones,
Whispering tales of lasting love.

The forest sings with the call of the wild,
Birds weave melodies in the canopy high.
The earth breathes softly beneath our feet,
In every shadow, a secret sigh.

Night descends with a tranquil grace,
Stars twinkle in the velvet sky.
Nature’s beauty, an endless embrace,
A reminder of life’s gentle lullaby.