Where the earth stretches green beneath endless skies,
And the wind whispers secrets only the trees understand.
In this moment, I stand still as the world moves,
A canvas of nature painted in shades of peace.
Here, life finds its rhythm—
The rolling hills cradle the sun’s light,
And time loses its meaning among the echoes of silence.
In this place, I remember how small I am,
Yet how infinite the horizon seems.
