I walk through the forest,
leaves scrunch beneath my feet,
and a bird perching near,
continues to tweet.
My joy is in the wilderness,
the place I call home,
and if I could, I would,
simply just roam.
I walk through the forest,
leaves scrunch beneath my feet,
and a bird perching near,
continues to tweet.
My joy is in the wilderness,
the place I call home,
and if I could, I would,
simply just roam.