The scented blades of prairie
Galloping sounds from the tarn
The Gentle gust of wind,
The endless beauty of wilderness...

Green trees that stand so high
Wild buds that smells so sweet
Tiny drops of morning dew,
Gifted to the eyes of handful few...

Windows through which the sunlight peeks
In every corner and every creek,
There’s a story that gently speaks,
We’re the forest and not the freaks..

Every dawn has a daunting dusk
In the woods there stands a risk
Dark and deep the brown owl hoots
Bats fly across the empty roots.

Curly snakes with lethal touch
Howling wolves with fiery tooth
Starving lions ramble through plains
Thorny shrub increase the pain

On every inch there’s bliss and hell
Frogs don’t croak in empty well
For every meal there’s a five-pound bill
Fight your life with all your skill..