In the vast embrace of azure skies,
Where whispers of the wind do play,
The world unfolds its gentle guise,
A dance of night and break of day.

Mountains rise with ancient grace,
Guardians of secrets untold,
Rivers carve their timeless trace,
In the arms of earth they hold.

Forests sing with emerald hue,
A chorus of life, wild and free,
In every leaf, a story true,
A testament of eternity.

Yet in shadows, sorrows weave,
A tapestry of dreams undone,
But hope, like morning, will never leave,
For in each heart, a new world’s spun.