I wander through the wood
And I dwell as far as I could
Underneath the thick green
Life once breathes in
In the lovely hues of springs
Turn up tiny glossy wings
Mirth and joy all they sing
Heaven on the earth they must think
The new-borns ย will soon here learn
The tales of the sun and the moon
Beyond their domains of vision
Unseen dynamism, unspoken reason
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