In the cradle of the dawn’s first light,
She breathes life into the morning air,
With whispers that dance on gentle winds,
Her song, a timeless, tender prayer.

Her rivers carve the stories of old,
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
Echoing the laughter of the ages,
Beneath the vast and watchful sky.

In forests where shadows softly play,
She shelters dreams in emerald hues,
A sanctuary for all who wander,
In her embrace, we find our muse.

O Mother Earth, with patience vast,
You hold us close, yet set us free,
In your arms, we find our purpose,
In your love, our destiny.