He stands high in the middle of the forest, Last light of the sun fades, On the trees and there he grows taller and taller. All alone he listens to the Bird song %u2013 Blue and white birds sing On the treetops, inside the coves. The stream also starts singing And the young moon dances to the tune With the white clouds. And he grows and grows With the breeze that blows across the ocean Bringing along the sweet smell From the alien land.
