The forest is full of the warm sunshine,
I raise my head and look at the blue sky,
I find my mind is not getting confine,
I know it fly too high to see by eyes.
Then, my mind finds a new space suddenly,
And my heart is calm down from the restless,
I start to breathe the air completely,
To make good spirits around me endless.
There is a butterfly on my head saying,
She says everything has reasons to exist,
I use ears to listen and then thinking,
Maybe we are just the nature's guest.
Busy friends, why don't you go to the forests?
To listen to the real sounds from yourselves.