The hills that rise against the skies, With majesty, so proud and high, Do cradle all that life implies, While time and seasons pass us by.

In every stone, a story’s found, In every shadow, peace resides; The gentle stream with babbling sound, A lullaby that never hides.

Let harmony guide each step to take, Along the paths where nature leads; For in her arms, our hearts awake, And from her bosom, kindness feeds.

• Hannah More