There was a boy who lived amongst the trees
his life was woven around the rivers and streams.
The sweet scented flowers and honeycombs
he lived off these far away and on his own.
And until he came to the city and he saw
there were structures big and tall
and machines as loud as a rainstorm
that reminded him of his far away home.
This is no place, he said, for a man like him
for he belonged to the woods and the leaves