In the gentle rustle of the trees,
Where sunlight dances with the breeze,
Nature sings her endless song,
A melody where we belong.

Through fields of green, a canvas wide,
The earth in all her beauty, pride,
Each blade of grass, a story told,
Of life, of love, of moments bold.

Beneath the sky, so vast and true,
The stars, like dreams, in midnight blue,
Whitman walks, with heart unchained,
In nature’s arms, his soul unclaimed.

Embrace the world with open eyes,
Feel the whispers as they rise,
In every breath, in every sigh,
Nature’s spirit never dies.