The peace of the stream
hit by the sun and its beam,
It trickles down in grace
All around this place.
Down the mountain it flows
As it grows and grows
Passing fawn and fern.
Oh how I yearn
To be back in this place!
With the sun on my face,
My feet on the stone
I can never be alone.
With nature all around me
I feel that I am free.
