Baskadia

In nature's realm, where wonders dwell,

Beneath the sky's expansive spell,

Where rivers flow and mountains rise,

And forests sing with whispered sighs.

The morning dew on petals bright,

Reflects the sun's awakening light,

A symphony of colors, pure and true,

Painted by a hand unseen, yet knew.

In meadows green, where wildflowers dance,

And butterflies in fleeting romance,

Each breeze that whispers through the trees,

Carries secrets of the ancient seas.

The stars above, a timeless guide,

Through darkness vast, they softly glide,

And as the moon's soft glow descends,

A silent peace upon us lends.

Oh, nature's beauty, wild and free,

A treasure for all eyes to see,

In every leaf and blade of grass,

The universe's eternal mass.

Let's cherish, protect, and adore,

This gift of life forevermore,

For in the tapestry of the natural scene,

Lies the essence of what it means to dream.