zen
Take me to the place once again
where the clouds touch the trees
where the old boulders dwell
I can see on forever a land
o0f fields hills and dark green trees.
Forests so deep and wide,
rivers and lakes so clear and could blue
The birds sing a secret song
one that I long to sing along to.
Please take me to the place
where my heart beats with pride
where the hawks sore in the sky
and my soul feels at one.
where the clouds touch the trees
where the old boulders dwell
I can see on forever a land
o0f fields hills and dark green trees.
Forests so deep and wide,
rivers and lakes so clear and could blue
The birds sing a secret song
one that I long to sing along to.
Please take me to the place
where my heart beats with pride
where the hawks sore in the sky
and my soul feels at one.