You may know a place where dreams overflow
Where colors drip from the tree tops
To the innocent sprouts below
The silver wind dances
as the tiger leaps, the lion roars, and the leopard prances
The sky is often jealous of the pretty sight below
and he often makes stars
more beautiful than the face of bo
The vanilla orchid laughs as her pure petals are exposed
and once again the sky is out opposed
monkeys dance to the sound of faint madagascar drums
and the birds sing
to the small, yet powerful, beetle hums
and as the sun peeks up from the east
and she hopes
that the hungry men who eat up her forest
are not back for another feast