Come, breathe the breeze, so fresh, so fair,
And wander where the woods declare.
Let streams of life within you flow,
Where Nature’s gifts in silence grow.
How bright the hues, how vast the skies,
Where every dawn a wonder lies.
Apart from her, we cannot stay,
For Nature molds our mortal clay.
The rivers sing in gentle tune,
Their whispers blend with sun and moon.
The gardens shade with tender grace,
Soft petals smile on Nature’s face.
The mountains teach with steadfast will,
Their silent strength, majestic still.
Protect this gift, this sacred trust,
For guard it well, protect we must.
Each leaf, each breeze, a song, a sign—
In Nature’s arms, our souls align.
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