In the heart of ancient valleys, where jade mountains rise,
The cherry blossoms dance, beneath the sapphire skies.
Rivers weave their tales, in whispers soft and dear,
As bamboo forests stand, in eternal, silent cheer.

The moon paints silver shadows, on tranquil lotus lakes,
While cranes in flight serenade, the dawn as it awakes.
A symphony of nature, in hues both bold and mild,
A timeless, sacred beauty, where spirits roam and smile.

Beneath the canopy of willows, shadows gently sway,
The peonies in bloom, herald the start of day.
Emerald hills embrace, the stories of the old,
Each leaf and petal speaks, of secrets yet untold.

As evening cloaks the land, in twilight’s tender hue,
Lanterns softly glow, in shades of crimson blue.
In this serene embrace, where nature’s heart beats pure,
The song of Chinese nature, forever shall endure.