Mountains stand stoic, guardians of old,

Their peaks kissed by clouds, stories untold.

Valleys below, in their emerald embrace,

Whisper secrets of time and space.

Rivers meander, like veins of the earth,

Reflecting the sky, its endless worth.

They carve through the land with effortless grace,

Leaving trails of life in their aqueous chase.

Forests breathe life, a symphony of green,

Where ancient wisdom in silence is seen.

Trees reach for heavens, their limbs outstretched wide,

Offering shelter, where creatures reside.

Fields stretch out, in patterns arrayed,

Where farmers toil, in sun and in shade.

Each furrowed row, a testament bold,

To human endeavor, a story untold.

Skies above, everchanging and vast,

A theater of clouds, where dreams are cast.

From dawn's first light to the cloak of night,

They dance with the stars, in celestial flight.

Seasons turn, in their eternal round,

Painting landscapes with colors profound.

From winter's hush to summer's blaze,

Each moment unique, in its own gentle phase.

But amidst this beauty, a cautionary plea,

For the landscapes we cherish, may not always be.

Let's tread with care, and reverence profound,

For the wonders of nature, in which we're bound.