As a slight breeze blows
A big pine sways,
As a small stream flows
A little squirrel plays,
As a little moose grows
A herd of elk graze.

When the sun goes down
The critters come out,
And when the sun comes up,
The critters close up,
When winter snow flies,
The sheep start to rise,
Where the high mountain rock,
Is as slick as a sock,

When spring time comes,
The trees start to change,
And the big bear wakes up,
And begins to graze,

This beautiful place,
Where animals call home,
Will always be a place,
Where we can all come and roam,
This place we love so dearly,
Will always come around yearly,
This place I speak of,
Is the big green forest,
Where I can always go,
And feel the love.