In the gentle rustle of the leaves,
She hums a lullaby so sweet,
The whispers of the ancient trees,
Beneath the earth, where roots meet.

The rivers carve through mighty stone,
With grace, they dance and weave,
Through valleys deep and meadows wide,
In their song, we find reprieve.

Her skies stretch vast, a canvas grand,
Painted with hues of dawn,
Each sunset, a masterpiece,
As day and night move on.

In every grain of sand, her touch,
In every drop of rain,
Mother Nature’s gentle hand,
In joy, in love, in pain.