In the quiet morn, where the dew drops lie,
The whispers of the earth softly echo the sky.
Man’s heart beats in rhythm with the trees,
Embracing the wind, feeling nature’s gentle breeze.

Through ancient forests, where shadows play,
We tread lightly, as nature guides our way.
The rivers sing songs of time and grace,
Offering solace in their tender embrace.

Beneath the canopy, where sunlight dances,
We find our truths in nature’s glances.
Each leaf, each stone, a story to tell,
Of man’s bond with nature, a timeless spell.

As twilight falls, and stars ignite,
We ponder our place in nature’s light.
Bound to the earth, yet reaching for the stars,
In this symphony of souls, we heal our scars.