Through falling leaves I pick my way slowly.
  Talking aloud - eases my mind.
  Sunlight filters through - I fell my head is drifting,
  So full of thoughts - I thought.
  I need some thoughts that are new.
  
  Nature - enter me.
  
  Up in a tree a bird sing so sweetly.
  Natures own voice - I hear.
  Rustling whistling leaves turning breeze to speech,
  Call to me now - ease my mind.
  I'll turn something new.
  My mind's laid with dew.
  
  Nature - enter me.
  
  I'll turn something new.
  My mind's laid with dew.
  
  Nature - enter me.