Beneath the vast, eternal sky,  
Where rolling clouds and winds drift by,  
The earth extends in hues of green,  
A canvas painted, calm, serene.  
 
The rivers carve their winding trails,  
Through ancient hills and verdant vales,  
Their murmurs soft, their currents deep,  
A secret world where shadows sleep.  
 
The trees, like sentinels, stand tall,  
Their branches reach and gently call,  
To birds that sing with pure delight,  
And chase the fading streaks of night.  
 
The mountains rise with silent grace,  
Their snow-capped peaks, a timeless face,  
They watch o’er lands both near and far,  
Their majesty a distant star.  
 
The oceans stretch beyond the sight,  
A boundless dance of dark and light,  
With waves that kiss the shores in peace,  
Then vanish, only to increase.  
 
The fields of flowers, bright and wide,  
Unfurl beneath the sun’s warm tide,  
Their colors spark with joyous flame,  
Each petal whispering Nature’s name.  
 
The quiet hum of morning dew,  
Reflects the sky, so clear, so true,  
And in the dusk, the stars awake,  
A dream-like veil the night does make.  
 
The wind, it breathes through grasses tall,  
A gentle voice that seems to call,  
It carries tales from distant lands,  
Of ancient times and shifting sands.  
 
The beauty in this world is grand,  
It stretches far on every hand,  
From desert heat to forest cool,  
Each corner crafted by a rule.  
 
Yet more than forms and colors bright,  
There lies a deeper, softer light—  
In every leaf and stone and stream,  
Is nature’s pulse, a beating dream.  
 
The moon above, the sun’s warm glow,  
The endless ebb and endless flow,  
These simple truths, though often told,  
Are treasures more than wealth or gold.  
 
So when the world feels dark and grey,  
Look to the earth and find your way—  
For nature’s beauty, pure and wide,  
Is there to soothe, and there to guide.  
 
In every bird, in every tree,  
In every wave, in every bee,  
There’s life, there’s love, there’s light to see,  
A timeless gift for you and me.

The forest hums a secret tune,
Beneath the stars, beneath the moon,
Each leaf, each breeze, a story told,
Of timeless wonders, pure as gold.

In nature’s arms, we find our place,
A refuge of eternal grace.
Her beauty, vast as time can be,
Is where we pause, and simply see.
For in her splendor, we are whole—
A gentle balm for heart and soul.

In nature’s arms, we come alive,
A symphony that helps us thrive,
For in her beauty, we can see
The peace and joy of simply being free.