Upon the cliffs of the forest,
Dusk was falling.
There I was dreaming,
Of the green branches of the trees.
While sitting by the river
I thought of an odyssey floating
Down the river for miles and miles.
Just silently dreaming,
I hear the sound of the frogs
And the bugs too.
Still dreaming of branches on those trees,
I finally decided to float down that river.
The first thing I did was take
Green branches from trees,
Then started my odyssey all alone.
On my way down I spotted some sparks,
Suddenly after a flame started up.
After a while I made up a song,
The lyrics were all about my voyage so far.
The end