Inside the heart of the forest that digs deep,

The earth breathes much, in rhythm, a little too steep.

Roots intertwine, the soil's  comforts its embrace,

A timeless dance, a sacred little space.

From sunrise, morning, afternoon to sunset,

Our morning rooster droops wet sweat.

Sheep eat the dark green grass,

And still isn't afraid to give sass.

The sunrise has many colors bright,

It thicks the air that dances all about the light. 

From sunrise to the fierce sunset, 

No matter if you make a bet,

It'll always come a bit too wet.