In the silent dance of wind and rain,
Mountains bow to the earth’s refrain.
Time carves its story in every groove,
Nature’s hands in quiet moves.
Gentle streams kiss ancient stone,
Eroding dreams long since known.
Whispers of time in every crack,
Memories that never turn back.
Sunlit days and moonlit nights,
Witness the earth’s enduring fights.
Yet in each weathered, worn embrace,
Beauty emerges with quiet grace.
Through the storms and gentle showers,
Life finds strength in weathered hours.
The earth breathes deep, its story told,
In every rock, a heart of gold.