In the cradle of dawn’s gentle embrace,
Where rivers weave tales of ancient grace,
She sings a lullaby of timeless lore,
Cradling dreams upon her verdant floor.

Mountains stand as her silent sentinels,
Guardians of secrets in their rocky cells,
While forests whisper in the wind’s soft sigh,
Tales of creation that never die.

Her oceans dance beneath the moon’s tender gaze,
Reflecting the stars in their endless maze,
Each wave a heartbeat, rhythm of her soul,
Binding the earth in a seamless whole.

In every petal, in every leaf,
She breathes a song beyond belief,
A symphony of life in nature’s art,
Mother Earth, keeper of every heart.