When the forest blooms,

It shows you the moon,

Washes away all the glooms,

From all of the tombs.

 

Now don’t go too far,

Remember you are,

The life-saving star,

Healing nature’s big scar.

 

Chance one of four,

That nature lives more,

You’ve opened the door,

A better future in store.

 

The heart of the forest,

Been cured of the sorest,

In the month of August,

No trace of fear nor rust.

 

And as nature soars,

It opens more doors,

And as it explores,

It thanks one of yours.