Woodland Paradise
Let's walk beneath the oak trees,
lie on the mossy ground.
The woods are where I love to be.
God's secret place that we have found.
It's nice to hear the scurrying
of the creature's busy day.
If you listen to the woods you'll find
they have oh so much to say.
The crunching of the dead leaves...
The trickling of the stream...
The calling of each animal...
This is the place of all my dreams.
I'd love to build a cabin
in this woodland paradise.
We could enjoy the simple things.
Oh, that would be so nice!
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