Beautiful green emeralds sparkle in the wind,
I turn and look all around me.
The sun on my face; the wind in my hair.
I'm completely alone, yet surrounded by people.
In the forest, music just comes naturally,
Especially to those who listen.
It is sung through the wind, the life, and even the light.
All the different parts, all the different voices,
They mesh together in perfect harmony.
As I, from the highest rock, watch over it all.
I observe all I can hear, all I can see,
Right here from this exact spot.
I go into the forest to find magic-which is exactly what I find.
