In the gentle embrace of morning’s light,
Where dew-kissed leaves dance with delight,
Whispers of the forest softly call,
In nature’s arms, we find solace for all.

Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where sunbeams weave a golden sheen,
The stream hums a melody, pure and sweet,
Nature’s hymn beneath our feet.

Mountains stand with timeless grace,
Guardians of this sacred space,
Their peaks touch skies of azure blue,
A testament to a world ever true.

In every breeze, in every sigh,
Nature’s secrets gently lie,
Inspired by Wordsworth’s tender gaze,
We celebrate these wondrous days.