I will build my home in the high woods
No electricity nor phone
My morning alarm the chorus
Of birds welcoming the dawn
My drink, water from the chrystal stream
The nectar of the gods
My church the wide expanse of sky
Pure nature for my god
No more the stress of daily life
Ño more the strident ring
Of the mobile phone with yet another message
Of gloom and dark despair
I know that I must die
As all of us must do
All I ask is that you bury me under a tall tree
Here in the place that I love
Take a walk in the wild wood
In the wind driven rain
Smell the smells of wild mushrooms
Growing un restrained
Or sit with me in the pine woods
When the sun is beating down
Intoxicated by the pine resin scent
Invading body and mind
Come with me my friends