Will you go to the forest with me?

We can sit and watch the animals mingle

Guess which critter rattles the bushes

I know a spot where the sun hits the lake just right

Hey, let’s go to the forest again!

The auburn leaves litter our path

The song of birds welcomes us back

I found a better view of the lake

Are you calling me to the forest again?

I can’t stand the mockery hiding under the wind

I was never a fan of going there alone

But I can’t help but wonder:

Is your view better, from below the lake?