In the quiet of the morning light,
When dew clings to the blades of grass,
A man walks softly, heart in flight,
With nature’s whispers, moments pass.

Beneath the canopy of ancient trees,
He feels the pulse of life around,
The rustling leaves, the humming bees,
In these small sounds, peace is found.

Mountains tall and rivers wide,
They speak to him in silent grace,
A timeless dance, the ebbing tide,
Nature’s beauty, a warm embrace.

As sun dips low and stars appear,
He knows his place within this sphere,
A gentle bond, so pure and clear,
With nature’s love, he holds dear.