Elysian Reverie

In meadows bathed in golden light,

Where whispers of the breeze take flight,

Nature's canvas spreads so wide,

In every hue and shade, it hides.

Mountains rise with silent grace,

Their peaks embrace the sky's embrace,

Cloaked in mist or crowned with snow,

They stand as ancient spirits know.

Rivers carve their winding way,

Through valleys green where wildflowers sway,

Their waters sing a gentle tune,

Underneath the watching moon.

Forests deep in emerald gown,

Where sunlight filters softly down,

In tranquil groves, the trees entwine,

Their roots within the earth divine.

On shores where oceans kiss the land,

Where seagulls soar and shells are fanned,

The waves unfold their timeless dance,

In rhythms of eternal trance.

Oh, natural beauty, pure and free,

You weave your spell enchantingly,

In every leaf and petal's grace,

In every sunrise's golden blaze.

You teach us of the world's vast heart,

Of harmony in every part,

In every creature, great and small,

In every season's rise and fall.

For in your realms, we find our peace,

Where worries fade and conflicts cease,

Oh, may we cherish and protect,

Your sacred gift, so pure, so perfect.

In meadows bathed in golden light,

We find our place, our guiding sight,

In nature's beauty, balm and cure,

Elysian fields forever pure.