Finding Distant Hope - Paradise

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.192Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEtq1J2OXdm
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