The children play in big tall trees
With branches rocking in the breeze
The golden grass is all around
Its tender strands are countless found
The coloured leaves move in the air
Caressing them with gentle care
The branches offer them a drink
By suckling juicy fruit so pink
They kiss sweet nectar from a rose
They hide in golden grass and doze
I'm looking up at white and blue
New-fallen leaves for blankets do
Silk petals form my soft pillow
This is the secret place I know
