In symphony whispers, the winds' tender sigh, The dance of leaf-blades, beneath the sky, Human hearts born from the earth's rich clay, We are her children, in night or day. The curling rivers flow through our veins, We sip the sunshine, we taste the rains, Life, a mirror of mist and bloom, In the womb of nature, we find our room. From feathered flight to rooted tree, In the web of existence, we are set free, In love and respect, our paths align, As nature's echoes, and hers is thine. {end}
