Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Mother Earth whispers tales of old,
Her breath the wind, her tears the seas,
In her embrace, wonders unfold.
Mountains rise, cloaked in mist,
Valleys echo with her song,
Rivers carve her timeless wrist,
In her arms, we belong.
Fields of green, deserts wide,
Every grain a story told,
Seasons change, time’s gentle stride,
Her love constant, pure as gold.
Stars above, her silent guides,
Moonlight dances on her skin,
In her heart, the world abides,
Our journey with her, will begin.