Beneath the ancient canopy, we wander, hand in hand,
Listening to the whispers of the wind that softly command.
Roots intertwine with footsteps, as stories old and wise,
Guide us through this sacred land where the spirit never dies.

Rivers speak in gentle tones, their voices clear and bright,
Reflecting stars and moonbeams that dance upon the night.
In every ripple, secrets flow, tales of time and grace,
Binding man with nature’s heart, an eternal, warm embrace.

Mountains stand as sentinels, ancient, bold, and grand,
Their peaks touch the heavens, yet anchored to the land.
They echo with the laughter of winds both fierce and mild,
Reminding us of our fleeting form, forever nature’s child.

In the rhythm of the seasons, in the cycle of the rain,
We find our place within the dance, amidst the joy and pain.
For in this bond with nature, where life and dreams align,
We discover the eternal truth, that all is intertwined.