The morning sun ignites the skies with gold,
And light cascades through branches green and wide.
Each leaf and petal, nature's tale retold,
A dance of life where all things must abide.
The mountain stands in silence, proud and tall,
Its peaks embraced by clouds that softly weep.
The rivers hum a song, both great and small,
As oceans churn in ancient, endless sleep.
Through seasons’ breath, the earth renews its grace,
Each bloom and breeze a promise to endure.
The stars above reflect the boundless space
Of nature’s soul, eternal and pure.
In every stone and stream, a quiet song,
That man, in awe, has cherished all along.

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