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Wander under an ancient moon

The forest lays in silent gloom

My steps are soft on earthly path

And drops of dew feel like a bath

Can You Hear Them?

Enter Their Realms...

Valleys, hills and mountains high

Trees and stones do breathe and sigh

The elements in a circle dance

Here is where my journey

Can You Hear Them?

Enter Their Realms...

Oh, these moments

That I have felt before

To be part of mother nature

Like a wave on a shore

Valleys, hills and mountains

Trees and stones and moon

May they all guide me

Until I meet my doom