In the gentle breeze, a whisper flows,
Through fields where golden sunlight glows,
Each leaf and petal, a crafted rhyme,
In nature’s song, a dance with time.

The mountains stand with ancient grace,
Their peaks a testament to space,
Rivers carve their endless path,
A silent hymn, a gentle bath.

Stars adorn the velvet night,
Jewels scattered, pure delight,
The moon, a watchful guardian’s eye,
Guiding dreams as night drifts by.

Oceans vast, with secrets deep,
Where mysteries and wonders sleep,
In every wave, a story spun,
Of God’s creation, never done.