In the cradle of dawnâs gentle embrace,
Mother Nature awakens with grace,
Her breath, a whisper through ancient trees,
Her soul, the dance of the morning breeze.
Rivers weave tales of time untold,
Carving paths through valleys bold,
Mountains stand as guardians of old,
Their silent strength, a story unfolds.
The sun paints skies in hues of gold,
As moonlit nights, her secrets hold,
Stars like whispers in the velvet night,
Illuminate dreams with their ethereal light.
In her heart, the seasons turn,
With each cycle, lifeâs lessons we learn,
Mother Nature, in her infinite art,
Weaves a symphony that touches the heart.