In morning’s hush, the whisper calls,
Where trees stand tall and rivers flow,
A heart that beats with earth’s own thralls,
In every breeze, they find their glow.
The flowers bloom because they care,
Their roots dig deep in soil’s embrace,
With every step, they’re always there,
To cherish nature’s gentle face.
How sweet the song the birds do sing,
As sunlight dances on the lea,
The joy in every living thing,
Speaks softly to the soul set free.
They walk where wild paths twist and turn,
Breathing life in fragrant air,
With every leaf, they learn and yearn,
For nature’s gifts beyond compare.
Oh, to be a lover of the green,
Is to embrace both calm and storm,
To see the world as it has been—
A sacred space, eternal, warm.
So let us walk with open eyes,
And guard the earth with tender hands,
For in the nature lover’s prize,
We hold the future in our lands.