Beneath the sky’s expansive dome,
Nature crafts a poem, a silent tome.
In every creature’s gentle stir,
Nature’s heartbeat, a melody to confer.
Mountains standing, ancient and grand,
Silent witnesses to time’s steady hand.
Trees, like poets, their branches tell,
Whispers in the rustling swell.
Oceans roar with rhythmic tide,
Where waves and secrets coincide.
Seas that stretch to the horizon’s end,
Nature’s message, forever to send.
Sunset paints a vibrant scene,
Colors blending, serene and keen.
Moonlight sketches silver lines,
Stars in cosmic, rhythmic signs