In the breath of the morning breeze, a whisper calls,
Echoes of the forest, rustling through ancient halls.
The oceans rise, a symphony of time’s embrace,
A dance of clouds, painting the sky with grace.

Mountains stand tall, guardians of the land,
Witness to the seasons’ gentle hand.
Rivers weave tales of life in their flow,
Carving paths where dreams dare to sow.

Fields of green, where nature sings,
A tapestry of life, woven with wings.
Yet shadows loom, cast by our own hands,
A call for balance, across the lands.

Awake to the promise of a new dawn,
Together, we rise as the storm is gone.
In unity, we find the strength to mend,
A world reborn, where hope transcends.