Beauty In The World

Trees sway, leaves rustling.
Birds tweeting, river flowing.
Waves of grass, a gentle breeze,
Sun shining through the leaves.
Moon glowing starts shining,
Sunset on the horizon.
Cloudless skies and butterflies.
The place I want to see.

There's hanging vines,
With dapples of sunshine.
Wildflowers growing,
Little streams keep flowing.
Tree so tall it's hard to see
The last branch on it.
The place I want to be.

Wild vines hanging down,
Every one is away from here.
Listening to the forest song,
Birds singing, crickets chirping.
This is the place I dream of,
The place I hold so dear,
The place I want to share with my love.