We have fruit trees and tall trees,
With wide trunks and full of insects,
With lots of birds and animals,
Spiraling up and about above my head.
I grew up where the land ends,
You can look down and see the edge,
There are plants and animals,
Strong winds and mild sun.
It’s a place in your dream,
Where your heart stays never to leave,
Where the wind whispers to you,
“You’re alive and you’re free”