I dream of a time that isn't my own
I dream of a place that isn't my home

There the air is sweet and clean
And many dangers remain unseen

The forests there are thick and tall
They harbor green moss that covers them all

The hills are smooth and continue forever
They're always green no matter the endeavor

The mountains, tall are beautiful and luring
Their snow covered peaks forever enduring

Streams and rivers abound the land
Their waters clear and their movement grand

This land I dream of is mystic and old
It holds many stories that remain untold

And untold they'll remain as long as I deem
For though it exists, it exists in my dreams