Bless the forest burning green
The grasses, herbs, shrubs, mosses, trees
Bless the lichen, bless the logs,
Bless the soft ground underneath
Bless the brooks that rush and flow
Bless the beavers, and all they know
Bless the birds that sing and cry
Bless the bright blue of the sky
Bless the ponds, and the wild rushes
Bless the stones and rocks and bushes
Bless the chipmunks, squirrels, and ducks
Bless the deer and bless the luck
Bless the cliff sides, rising high
Bless the hillsides, the wind's soft sigh
Paradise, utopia, is in the palm of her hand
In the palm of the Forest's hand
She who is so stalwart, who rolls, burns, stands
All I can be is her's and
All I can be belongs to her whole
She who lights a fire in my soul.326Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUYUau6GSL0
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