Deep in a forest

Where the wind blows

Lives the grass,

the trees and grow.

They strive off of life

And they know what is right

Here is where the wind blows

And the trees and grass grow.

The pounding of life

Is to mild, as of right

The simmer of wind

Is the voice up within

Deep in the forest

Deep in a forest

Many a things grow

But not as of right here

For this I know

Life is too short

To climb a tree alone.