Old Growth - Old Growth

I know a place in the very heart of the forest

A sacred grove covers the gate into the hidden woodland realm

None but a chosen few can find the paths that lie in twilight, the twisting

trails of moss and fern, of mist and morning dew

If you enjoy the friendship of the seasons and learned to listen to the trees

I will guide you to an ancient place where time does not exist

And no man’s hand has ever spoiled the earth

Where Mother Nature resides

In every tiny twig, in every silent leaf, in every drop of silver rain

There is my home