Through the never ending forest,
Through the tall green trees.
Where each and every animal gets to roam free.

The rustling leaves
Whisper secrets in the gentle breeze.
The sound is nature's song,    
This where I belong.

The smell the damp wood, after the rain fall.
The sight of baby mushrooms ever so small.

I feel the light wind running through my hair,    
I take a deep breath, of the freshest air.

When I'm in the forest my worries go,
The forest is my home, without walls and a roof.

In the forest's whisper, where ancient trees stand tall,
    
I find my solace in the moon's soft call.


Among the ferns and shadows,    
My spirit roams free,
    
In this woodland embrace,    
I am truly Me.