Walk through the branches.
And see into it all.
Walk through the branches.
And hear mother nature's call.
That will rise again.

Red leaves from the tree of life.
Cast by the wind.
Down in the beckoning hollow.

Summon the aura.
And the species we have seen.
Envision a lost world.
Before it was torn by hands of man.

One time in hoistory.
We lived in harmony with the earth.
We chanted around the campfires.
And gazed into the mysteries of the stars.
Wandered across the open plain.
To a promised green.
Free feet among the whispering grass.
That stretches further than the eyes can see.

One time in history.
We lived in harmony with the earth.
We chanted around the campfires.
And gazed into the mysteries of the stars.
An endless chase for new resources.
Constants place towards the end.
As a testament to our forefathers.
In our lives we honour them.

Travel along the contours.
In a landscape with no boundaries.
Follow the roads into the unknown.
Alongf the path of our ancestors.

From the peak of the mountains.
We ponder upon creatoion.
Seasons gone by and seasons to come.
Nature is an image of time.