In the heart of every whispering breeze,
Lies a song of the earth, timeless and free.
The ancient forests hold the secrets of old,
Whispers of stories yet to be told.
Beneath the canopy of emerald dreams,
The rivers weave tales with their glistening streams.
Mountains stand guard with their silent might,
Witnesses to the dance of day and night.
The soil cradles seeds of vibrant birth,
While the sun kisses the skin of the earth.
From deserts vast to oceans deep,
In her arms, all creatures find their sleep.
Oh, Mother Earth, with your gentle grace,
In your embrace, we find our place.
May we walk softly on your sacred ground,
Honoring the beauty in all weâve found.