In the heart of China’s timeless land,
Where mountains rise and rivers bend,
The bamboo whispers soft and grand,
A graceful dance without an end.
The cherry blossoms paint the air,
Their fleeting beauty, a gentle sigh,
Petals falling without a care,
Underneath the vast, eternal sky.
In quiet ponds, the lotus blooms,
Reflecting peace in tranquil grace,
A symbol born from ancient looms,
Its roots in time, they gently trace.
The golden fields of rice sway low,
In harmony with nature’s song,
A testament to the winds that blow,
In harmony, where hearts belong.