I don’t want to walk through the puddles of life
Hopscotching between the edges of sharp rocks
Kissing the green, trees holding hands
Trust and faith go hand in hand
Water rushing, flowing in and out of the folds
Of rocky green mountains

Trees, the guiding lamp of hope and strength
Sitting beneath the bending branches
On a tree stump of serene rest
My heart flutters at the sweet
Melody of birds, at the memory of trees

Splintered in hope of minty moss
Slanted trees lying on a hot bed of dark green

It’s the beginning of beauty beyond the eye
Life a miraculous bloom of colour
Sprouting life and song

Standing on the edge of morning misty dew
My heart sings of hope and peace
I am whole, at last I am whole