Oh the undescribable beauty
That your forest hold,
And how much it tells
Without a single word being told.
Each and every wanderer
Being called,
By the sun shining through the trees
Looking like little streaks of gold.
The pathway that leads to total
Freedom of the soul,
And you're in your element
When the birds starts to call.
Oh how truly beautiful
Your forest are,
It's just sad
That it has to be so far.
-ZvZ-