Through falling leaves I pick my way slowly.
Talking aloud - eases my mind.
Sunlight filters through - I fell my head is drifting,
So full of thoughts - I thought.
I need some thoughts that are new.

Nature - enter me.

Up in a tree a bird sing so sweetly.
Natures own voice - I hear.
Rustling whistling leaves turning breeze to speech,
Call to me now - ease my mind.
I'll turn something new.
My mind's laid with dew.

Nature - enter me.

I'll turn something new.
My mind's laid with dew.

Nature - enter me.