Gaea's untamed green eyes peer down from the branches.
Like the sun's first rays breaking though the morning mist.
Bringing warmth and brilliance with each passing glance.
As though a smile penetrates my heart on the tip of a lance.

Down from those branches, arms do hang
Arms like that of  a mighty oak,
in the form of a cherry tree
Within these trunks I do nestle
With a piece of mind, and heart

Not far from the trees a cold stream runs
In this tranquil stream I have often bathed
The only place I have had the nerve to do so
For this stream refreshes and warms, in a cool way.

The Gentle Breeze that passes through the leaves
Cools me from my hottest temperments
Wisks all the sweat and heat away, blowing
My cloths to place and leaving me unruffled.