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Beneath the canvas of the sapphire sky, Where dreams and aspirations learn to fly. A symphony of colors, a painter's delight, Morning whispers, chasing away the night.

Mountains stand as ancient sentinels tall, Guardians of nature, in their grandeur enthral. Rivers weave tales in their meandering flow, Time moves in cadence, a rhythmic show.

Golden fields, where the sun's fingers play, Waves of amber, greeting the new day. Whispers of leaves in a forest's embrace, Nature's poetry, a tranquil grace.

Silent echoes in the vast canyon's space, Footprints in the sand, a fleeting trace. The moon unveils its celestial ballet, Stars shimmer, casting a mystical ray.

In the garden of night, where shadows bloom, A serenade of crickets, breaking the gloom. Each stanza of life, a verse to unfold, Nature's story, timeless and untold.