In the tender cradle of the morning light,
The earth breathes softly, a quiet song,
Colors unfold in gentle daylight,
Painting skies where dreams belong.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
Whispers of wisdom in rustling leaves,
Stories of yore carried by the breeze,
In every shadow, the earth believes.

Rivers weave tales of time and flow,
Mountains stand tall, guardians of lore,
In their silent grace, we come to know,
The earth’s embrace is forevermore.

Let us honor this sacred ground we tread,
With kindness, love, and gentle hands,
For in the earth’s heart, we are fed,
Together we thrive in these cherished lands.