In the cradle of verdant hills, they wrote,
Of rivers’ songs and the twilight’s cloak.
Leaves whisper secrets, wind-touched and free,
In nature’s embrace, pure tranquility.

The sun, a poet’s golden muse,
Painting dawn with its radiant hues.
In forests deep, where shadows play,
Words bloom like flowers, in the light of day.

Moonlight dances on the silent lake,
As poets dream, their souls awake.
Stars etch verses in the velvet sky,
Nature’s beauty, in their words, will never die.

From mountain peaks to oceans wide,
They find their truth, where wonders hide.
In every leaf and every breeze,
Nature’s poetry, the heart’s true ease.