Feel the green, feel the blue
See the different hues.
Feel the everlasting pain running swiftly through your veins.
Wind, water, sun, trees,
What are these but words and tangible fees.
Find the hope and the fun as we run barefoot through canyon’s gun,
Water there, wind here, hair everywhere.
Listen and pull up a chair as I tell you the story of blue sky’s and green waters,
the story of jumping cliffs and sought barters.
Who knew a bit of trees could be enough to make one bleed?
Who thought lemonade and a bit of sun would be all we need?