The forest ground is rich and deep,
Sunlight flickers on my face,
The **** dirt clings where roots will creep.

Through towering pines where echoes sleep,
Fresh flowers bloom in wild embrace,
The forest ground is rich and deep.

The morning air makes my skin leap,
Goosebumps rise in nature’s grace,
The **** dirt clings where roots will creep.

Soft rays of light through branches sweep,
A golden glow in tangled space,
The forest ground is rich and deep.

The mossy trails, the hills so steep,
I breathe it in, my sacred place,
The **** dirt clings where roots will creep.

Forever here, my soul will keep,
Wrapped in the wild’s kind embrace,
The forest ground is rich and deep,
The **** dirt clings where roots will creep.