When crystals sprout from the ground
And the trees are emerald bound,
When rose petals fall from the skies
That are Mother Natures eyes,
I'll sew a forest between your toes
And wrap a blanket of moss over your shoulders.
So wherever the wind may go
If you tumble over rocks and boulders
The embers of burning leaves won't hurt you
And the smoke from their rebirth won't blind you.
When the fruits of the tree are buds once again
And the babbling brook speaks with no end
I'll bind a web of silk before your eyes
And leave it in the burning sun to dry.
I'll wrap the silk around your face
In which to better see this place.
This place of greens and jewels untold
This place where peace and love unfold.