Beneath the sky of endless blue,
The Earth still sings—so old, so new.
With forests deep and oceans wide,
Her beauty blooms on every side.

The rivers carve her timeless face,
Through canyon, cliff, and quiet place.
Her breath, the breeze that stirs the trees,
Her voice, the hum of honeybees.

But hear—she speaks in softer tones,
Through cracking ice and drying bones.
Through smoky skies and silent springs,
Through every bird that no more sings.

Yet hope remains in every hand,
That plants a seed or clears the land.
In hearts that walk, not pave the way,
Who fight to guard her every day.

So stand with Earth, both kind and wise,
Beneath her sun, beneath her skies.
For every leaf and grain of sand—
She’s not just ground, she is our land.