In the gentle rustle of the leaves,
A story unfolds between the trees,
Where nature speaks in silent grace,
And humans find their rightful place.

The rivers carve their timeless path,
Singing songs of ages past,
While we, the wanderers, stand in awe,
Embracing lessons nature draws.

Mountains rise with stoic pride,
Guardians of the land they guide,
Their peaks touch skies of endless blue,
A testament to what’s pure and true.

In the dance of sun and moon,
A harmony that ends too soon,
Nature whispers, soft and clear,
To every soul that dares to hear.