Pleasure is treasured in the woods;
Oh, we're captive to our livelihoods.

The melodies of birds pour delight
And leaves bring forth music, light.

No zipping wheels pollutes the air
Nor any cacophony pinch ears there.

Ego only watches how wonderfully
All sorts of being do live in harmony.

The Lie keeps hiding to save its head
For the Truth reigns; it feels the dread.

Sharing is common since love is green;
All pine for imbibing it and is no spleen.