There is a land where the tall trees grow
The ground is covered with ferns below
Ancient paths meander through the brush
I can hear the waterfalls rush

The sky is clear above
The sun's rays are brillant on the foxglove
Deer and birds abound
No humans around

The bear with her cubs
Look for grubs
No fear can be found
No bark of the hound

A perfect place
In a little space
A picture on my grandmother's wall
A place where the trees grow tall.