As I wander the hills where the wild roses grow,
under skies painted azure, beneath soft winds that blow,
I find solace deep in this wondrous embrace,
for in nature’s vast arms lies a tranquil grace.

The mountains stand stoic, their majesty clear,
while valleys below sing of hope, free of fear.
With each step I take on this well-trodden land,
I am one with the earth, together we stand.

• Émile Zola