I want to roam the forest,
Where the moss grows on the ground,
Where the trees stand tall and proud,
Where I feel safe and sound.

I want to head down to the ocean,
Where the waves lap on the shore,
Where the seagulls and petrels soar,
Where I can eternally explore.

I want to trek up high in the mountains,
Where the wind swiftly slaps my face,
Where the fog seems to descend from space,
Where I feel such simplicity, such grace.

I want to be set free,
Where the rolling hills meet the tranquil sea,
Where the owls fleetly soar through the trees,
Where I can be myself, I only have to be me.