In the embrace of Mother Earth's love,

Beneath the skies, the clouds above.

She paints with hues from skies so high;

Nature's canvas, where dreams can fly.

 

In forests deep and rivers wide,

Her whispers echo, a gentle guide.

With every leaf and blade of grass,

She weaves a tale, where moments pass.

 

Mountains rise, majestic and grand,

Carved by time's patient hand.

Her heartbeat pulses in the streams,

In every ray of sunlight's gleam.

 

Oh, how her beauty does unfold

In every story, legend told.

For in her arms, we find our place.

In nature's love, a sacred grace.