Walking through the forests

Finding little lives near bigger ones

Voices singing the chorus

Peace, wrong no shuns

The sun protecting the hidden

Keeping the secret for the special

Negativity is forbidden

Like breaking something sentimental

They may not speak

We don’t need words to see

The true beauty of mystique

Breathtaking is a guarantee

High,below

By the trees or in a brook

You just have to know

Where to look