Fantasy Forest

Tall pipes of shamrock green that we wish to climb and soar in the sky

Yet we still lie dreaming in the shade from August till July

Our hopes run, dance, live through its endless trees

And we follow them till these are no longer just dreams

The light washes our fears to a place where they are never found

Our spirits grow brighter till they feel they can fly off the ground

We create the memorial art and scenes with the forest's leaves 

Or we sit on the riverbank and run our hands over the glistening water's weaves 

Many feel locked up, can’t seem to show anyone their true selves

But hearing the sounds of the breeze makes you come out of your lonely cells

You will be surrounded by the sweet taste of calmness and kindness

When you sleep in its greenery, you see righteousness 

This place that lifts our spirits, creates dreams, inspires our lives, is worth saving

But you hear the axes and chainsaws coming closer as they cut the world’s pavings

If they knock it down, our voices of anger will be chorused

We will stay strong and they will not destroy our beautiful bamboo forest