In the cradle of the morning dew,
Where the sun’s first light breathes life anew,
Nature’s song, a whispered sound,
In silence deep, her truths are found.

Beneath the sky, so vast, so grand,
Mountains rise, a timeless stand,
Each stone and tree, a story spun,
By moonlit nights and golden sun.

Rivers carve their ancient trails,
Through verdant fields and shadowed vales,
Their currents speak of ages gone,
Of life’s great cycle, ever drawn.

In the forest’s hushed embrace,
Where every leaf finds its place,
A symphony of life unfolds,
In colors bright and secrets old.

The ocean’s depths, a boundless grace,
Reflect the heavens’ starry face,
Each wave a verse, each tide a rhyme,
Eternal dance of space and time.

In the wind’s soft, fleeting kiss,
In every petal’s tender bliss,
Nature’s voice, profound and pure,
A silent call that endures.

For in her vast, uncharted sea,
Lies the essence of all we see,
A mirror to the soul’s own quest,
In nature’s arms, we find our rest.