Proud forest heart, in earthly shackles bound,
So high you climb to reach above your kin,
To know first morning breath upon your skin,
Beholding nature's beauty all around;
Safe harbour to the passing migrant birds,
Alighting on your limbs and so to rest,
And some will call you home and build a nest,
Your envy of their freedom has no words;
For they can journey to the forest edge,
To touch upon the beauty that you seek,
Her endless heights, her snowy covered peak,
For her alone your heart will truly pledge;
        Yet through your heartache, dreaming sets you free,
        To soar on high from where you'll always be.