Beneath the vast expanse where sky clasps earth's green seams,
We stand, mere whispers among the ancient dreams.
"Tell me," whispers the wind, a voice both old and wise,
"What mark will you leave under the endless skies?" In the heart of the forest, where the still waters reflect,
A peace settles deeply, an unexpected effect.
The heron, in its grace, and the deer, in its leap,
Teach us of beauty, in the watch they keep. With hands dug deep in soil, under the watchful eye of the moon,
We learn the flowers, their names, a silent, sacred tune.
"Stay together," the mountains call, their voices low and light,
"Learn the language of the land, and keep its future bright." The path winds onward, through valleys lush and steep,
Echoing the mountains call, a promise we must keep.
“Nature calls to us all," a truth that we all know,
Urging us forward, where wild rivers flow. The rolling current reminds us, with his unflinching gaze,
Of the wild's indifference to our human ways.
Yet, in this vast indifference, a stark beauty we find,
A reminder to seek less to conquer, more to be kind. So, we wander, we wonder, under the canopy's shade,
Where each leaf, each creature, a masterpiece, divinely made.
And in this wandering, a question, we pose,
What will we do with this wild, precious life we chose?
​In the synthesis of their voices, a chorus is found,
A call to protect, to cherish, the sacred ground.
For in the peace of wild things, and in the heart's deep stir,
We find our answer, our purpose, intertwined with hers.