Beneath the canopy where sunlight weaves,
The ancient trees tell stories untold,
Of waters that dance and winds that breathe,
In whispers of green and gold.
Rivers carve paths through valleys wide,
Singing songs of time and grace,
Mountains stand as guardians with pride,
In this sacred, untamed space.
The gentle rustle of autumn leaves,
A symphony of nature’s art,
Seasons change and the world believes,
In the rhythm of her beating heart.
From dawn’s light to twilight’s glow,
Her beauty in every shadow cast,
Mother Nature’s endless flow,
A timeless bond that forever lasts.