In deep forests of the North,
A magical river streams forth,
Never too far, never quite close

It offers beautiful scents through nose,
Whispers, of eternal red Rose,
Know that these promises, comes with a terrible cost

On a never ending river, no quarantee,
you won't get lost,
Travel upstream and eventually it becomes a bad dream,
Float downstream to a place with no mean

Now, warnings aside, know the path to river and back,
And stay not too long, for the path gets covered,
by each seasons song

Now enjoy the magical river, and the fruits of paradise