In the cradle of dawn, she breathes anew,
Her gentle whispers through the morning dew.
Mountains rise, her silent guardians bold,
Stories of time in their echoes retold.
The rivers weave her silver threads of grace,
Carving dreams upon the earth’s vast face.
Forests stand, her emerald heartbeats strong,
A timeless song where all life belongs.
Beneath her skies, the golden fields do sway,
Dancing to the rhythm of the sun’s warm ray.
Her oceans sing in waves of endless blue,
Cradling the soul in her embrace so true.
Oh, Mother Earth, eternal and wise,
In your vast arms, every secret lies.
Guide us gently with your ancient lore,
As we tread softly upon your sacred floor.