My Mother Nature

In the dawn’s soft light, she wakes the earth,
Her whispers call the morning’s birth,
With every breeze, she breathes life anew,
My Mother Nature, pure and true.

Her forests deep, with ancient grace,
A sanctuary, a timeless place,
Where rivers sing and mountains stand,
She cradles all within her hand.

The skies she paints with hues so bright,
A canvas of the day and night,
Her sunsets glow, her stars align,
In every scene, her beauty shines.

Through seasons’ dance, her rhythms play,
She guides the earth, by night and day,
In every storm, in every rain,
Her power flows through every vein.

My Mother Nature, wild and free,
In her embrace, I long to be,
For in her heart, I find my own,
A place of peace, where I am home.