When the heat of life gets too warm
I will plant me a tree,
Between the flowers I will sit down
And watch the dance of a bumblebee.

Then I will get hungry
And start searching for food,
My tummy will exclaim
"Berries will be good!"

I will find them
In my forest's heart,
Cause then, I knew,
Food is where all great things start.

Now standing here
In the center of it all,
I realise this is more than
My own planted forest,
This is my soul.

-ZvZ-