I once believed the stars belonged to me
Existing merely to color my dreams
The trees there to give my mind room to run
To free me in ways that I knew I never could be
The deep forest streams there to whisper to me
Secrets of what all lies beneath
The mountains tall
And valleys between
The plains wide
And caverns deep
But I know now
That the world was, is, and will be
Whether with or without me
Yet the sky remains a mesmerizing scene
And the constellations and stars still color my dreams.