Some think of a jungle

Others of a city

I on the other hand

Think of something more pretty

Rolling green fields

Filled to the brim

With flowers and ponds

Where animals swim

Mangroves to the left

Birch wood to the right

Rolling green fields

Where there’s nothing of fright

Time feels funny

Like it’s noon all day

No people to feed

No bills to pay

Oh how I would love

To be in those fields

It’s only a dream

That feels so real

So close your eyes

And listen to me close

Let me tell you a story

Of a place where life slows