In the gentle cradle of the earth’s embrace,
Where time whispers through the rustling leaves,
Nature sings a song of endless grace,
A melody the wandering soul perceives.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Where shadows dance with sunlight’s tender glow,
The spirit finds its solace, its release,
In the quietude only nature can bestow.

The murmuring brook that winds its playful course,
Carries secrets of the mountains to the sea,
In its laughter, echoes Wordsworth’s source,
Of inspiration, wild and ever free.

Amidst the fields where golden daisies sway,
The heart learns from the rhythm of the breeze,
That life is but a fleeting, wondrous play,
And peace resides in nature’s endless seas.