I love the trails where wild things roam,
Each path, a story, each breeze, a poem.
With pen in hand, I weave the lore,
Of Mother Earth whom I adore.

Her rivers sing, her meadows gleam,
She shapes my words, she fuels my dream.
To share her beauty, pure and true,
And light the spark in hearts anew.

For every tree, for every stream,
I carry forth her timeless theme.
To help the world see what I see,
A planet cared for, wild and free.