In the cloak of night, magic weaves,
Nature's symphony, a dance of leaves,
With lightning's art and stars' embrace,
Creatures unseen, an enchanting chase.

Beneath the sky, like nails, so vast,
Naliers piercing darkness, holding fast,
Nature's treasures, precious and bright,
Yet, for mere money, we chase the light.

Sweet as honey, her gifts do flow,
Abundant feasts, her table...