The place where I hid when mother got angry,
The place where I lived my dreams alone,
I walked barefoot on the ground, feeling the grass -
- slide under my feet, and the birds flying around,
Silent words of the people from my dreams,
Echoes from the trees, whispering stories to me,
Calling me - each towards its own tale of life,
Some low pitched, some ruffled words in the breeze,
Me; running around, tying my shoes, chasing the bees...
Rush of laughter hurled towards me from the void,
Watching the sun go down on the green trees...
Hanging on the iron post, whistling to myself...
Living life in my jungle playground.