Beneath the canopy, where shadows breathe,
In whispers soft, the ancient trees bequeath
Their tales to winds that dance and play,
Through emerald corridors of night and day.
The rivers weave a silver thread,
Through valleys deep and mountains' spread.
Each ripple hums a sacred tune,
Sung by the stars beneath the moon.
The earth, a cradle rich and vast,
Holds memories of the ages past.
Her soil, a canvas of life unfurled,
The silent heartbeat of the world.
Above, the sun, a golden king,
Kisses the land with its warming fling.
It calls forth blooms from verdant beds,
And paints the skies in fiery reds.
The meadows roll in emerald waves,
Their blossoms nodding, soft and brave.
Each petal holds a fragile might,
A burst of color, pure delight.
In secret glades, the deer do tread,
With graceful steps, where soft moss spreads.
Their eyes reflect the forest's lore,
A mirror to the earth's deep core.
The ocean roars a mighty song,
Its waves like hands that pull along
The stories of the moon’s embrace,
Its tidal heart in timeless race.
Beneath its depths, a world concealed,
Where coral kingdoms lie revealed.
A vibrant court of life profound,
In silent waters, truth is found.
The desert hums a softer tone,
A song of sand and winds alone.
Its dunes, like waves, do rise and fall,
A shifting sea, a siren’s call.
The cacti stand as sentinels,
Guardians of where silence dwells.
Their flowers bloom in harshest plight,
A fleeting burst of vibrant light.
The mountains tower, proud and grand,
Their peaks adorned by time’s own hand.
They pierce the sky with jagged spires,
A testament to earth’s desires.
The eagle soars in realms untamed,
Its wings by freedom’s winds inflamed.
A monarch of the boundless blue,
It guards the skies with purpose true.
Through winter’s chill, the world holds still,
A quiet hush, a frozen thrill.
The frost etches lace on the pane,
Nature’s hand, a silvery chain.
Spring bursts forth with fragrant bloom,
A symphony of life exhumes.
The robin sings, the saplings rise,
Awakened under kinder skies.
Summer, dressed in golden heat,
Spreads bounty at her laden feet.
The world is lush, a verdant song,
Where every creature hums along.
Autumn dons her fiery hues,
A fleeting glow of reds and blues.
Her leaves descend, a whispered sigh,
A gentle kiss before goodbye.
Through every season’s fleeting grace,
Nature wears her timeless face.
A mirror of the soul's deep ache,
A balm for every heart that breaks.
The storm clouds gather, fierce and wild,
With thunder's voice, the sky defiled.
Yet rain renews the earth below,
A cleansing force, a seedling's hope.
The moonlight bathes the sleeping land,
Its beams like silver, soft and grand.
It cradles hills in gentle arms,
And soothes the world from all alarms.
Each blade of grass, each droplet's fall,
A microcosm of the all.
From smallest ant to towering pine,
Each life a thread in nature’s line.
The wolf that howls, the bee that hums,
The bear that roams, the storm that drums.
All play their part, a grand ballet,
A sacred dance of night and day.
But whispers rise in warning dire,
Of forests felled and skies afire.
The rivers choked, the oceans bled,
The songs of life now tinged with dread.
The earth, though vast, is not immune,
To hands that scar, to hearts attuned
To greed and haste, a blinded race,
That mars the beauty of this place.
Yet hope still blooms, a stubborn seed,
In hearts that hear the planet’s need.
To mend, to heal, to turn the tide,
To stand with nature, side by side.
For every tree that’s gently sown,
For every care for seeds unknown,
The earth repays in blooms and air,
A gift beyond compare.
So let us walk with tender feet,
Through forest paths and urban streets.
To cherish all, from stone to sky,
To guard the world, lest it run dry.
The song of nature never fades,
Its echoes fill the hills and glades.
A thousand whispers, strong and true,
A timeless hymn for me and you.
In every gust, in every breeze,
In rustling leaves and trembling seas,
Her voice resounds, a steadfast plea:
Protect this world, let it stay free.