In the forest it is dark
Through the trees a sunbeam enters
It enlights the living souls
Then it gathers what it scatters
As the leaves face the sun
Shading everything that matters
In the forest it is bright
Things are shining from within
Sparkling eyes that look inside
Being watched and being seen
As the leaves face the sun
Painting everything green
In the forest there is spirit
That illuminates the soul
As it sees its own reflection
It perceives itself as whole
As the leaves face the sun
There is nothing left at all