Trees come in forms both tall and short 

Rooted where they stand 

Each day they have the same view 

Of the world and its busy inhabitants below 

Like a mother's embrace for her child, 

The leaves of the tall redwood look down and smiles 

There the redwood sees a girl lying in the forest 

On a hammock is where she rests 

It matters not what she thinks of 

But of where her imagination will take her 

Her thoughts were scooped up by the falling of its leaves 

And were blown away to Neverland and back  

"Time to go," the world says, "hurry up. Rush, rush, rush." 

But the girl doesn't move, she simply rests 

She knows she's calm and knows she's at peace  

This is where she's home at last