Everything in the world has a song, you just has to be able to listen right to hear it.
You don't have to listen hard, just right.
With your soul, and true heart, not with the ears.
The song of the woodlands is fast paced, lively
Flittering between the trees,
Leaping from leaf to leaf, branch to branch
The song of the plains is open, and steady,
A resounding beat, echoing evenly throughout the lands,
Caught in the grasses, trembling there
The song of the mountains rings true from peak to peak,
A deep rumble, resounding through the lofty summits,
Quiet, and deep, a speaking of the ages
The song closest to my heart rings ever true, the song of the desert,
Ancient, mysterious, speaking of the beginning times,
Crying for loneliness