Beneath the sky’s eternal dome,
The forest breathes, its ancient home.
Soft winds through rustling leaves do weave,
As morning light begins to cleave.
Mountains rise with silent grace,
Their snowy peaks, a timeless face.
Rivers dance on stones below,
With secrets only waters know.
In meadows wide, the flowers bloom,
Bright petals burst through morning gloom.
Each bird’s song a note of peace,
As day unfolds in sweet release.
The ocean hums, a mighty sound,
Where land and sea in love are bound.
The earth speaks softly to the heart,
Reminding us we're but a part.
So walk with care, in awe and mirth,
And hear the whispers of the earth.
Natiqua Haque
