A brook flows softly through the verdant green glade,
In the cradle of Nature, where dreams never fade;
Every droplet a story, every ripple a song,
Together they whisper, ‘You will always belong.’

The sun plays a melody in shadows that waltz,
Filling the air with a fragrance that exalts;
In the laughter of water, in the rustling leaves,
A tapestry woven of all that believes.

So let me wander this sanctuary, pure,
In the heart of the wild, I’m forever secure;
For in Nature’s embrace, my soul learns to sing,
In the hymn of the earth, I find all that I bring.

• Marcel Proust