A burgeon during a walk in the forest,
Nature ready to swallow our sordid thoughts,
Daylight Autom ready to merry the night,
We remain eager like pelican birds,
Trees and grass singing for us a happy song.
When birds make dry leaves to pelt down,
We pick a thing named joy,
As you watch with your sleepy eyes,
I smile as we crumple them with our feet,
A walk on the forest remain the best thing that anyone could wish for,
Breezes from the nearer sea, writes on our faces joy and happiness,
Birds building nests,
Cangaroo giving birth,
We carry unspeakable memories
