Beneath the opal sky, we roam,
Where rivers sing and mountains loom,
Nature whispers her ancient poem,
In the dance of a butterfly's bloom.
The forest breathes a secret sigh,
As leaves perform their emerald ballet,
The sunset paints an endless sky,
Each star a verse in the Milky Way.
Here, in the heart of wild, unfurled,
Lies the artistry of the world,
In every petal, the universe swirled,
Nature's beauty, forever pearled.