In the gentle rustle of the leaves,
The whispering wind finds its song,
Nature’s embrace in silent harmony,
Where the heart feels it belongs.

Beneath the sky’s vast, endless dome,
The river sings a soothing tune,
In the calm, where the spirit roams,
Beneath the watchful, silver moon.

Mountains stand in timeless grace,
Guardians of the tranquil land,
In their shadows, peace we trace,
Written in the earth’s gentle hand.

Fields of gold beneath the sun,
Where dreams of peace are softly sown,
In nature’s arms, we become one,
In its serenity, we find our home.