I can see the woods at dawn, dancing freely like a fawn
Not sad to be standing in one place, but swaying freely in lovely grace
Rushing and gushing from the top, they just flow and never stop
Two wide rivers a few miles away, fill he travellers and make their day
Little birds fly in the sky, they sometimes sing and sometimes sigh
Fluffy rabbits happily hop — all this I see from the mountain top.