Cool stream trickles, tinkles by, Dappled sunlight through the trees, Oak, Ash, Silver Birch and Pine. Tiny silver fishes swimming The water giggles and rushes, down the great mountainside, I am calm.
The earth is damp and sweet, The air full of birdsong and bluebells' scent. I listen, I hear, I howl at the sun. Clovers and daisies surround me, And on the pebble bank, beach, The soft rounded stones are warm. They comfort me.