No matter what or where you reference, from there, you are astonishingly far
For here, nobody watches you become who you are

Look how the light is liberated from kingdom come upon the rolling slopes
For here, you cannot feel the piercing tug of the binding ropes

The lush shades of green are constantly tickling the air with their breath
For here, the wild escape, knows of no death

You may find yourself contemplating, nothing, on the mesmerizing hills
For here, the panorama requires no thought, and pumps your veins with the chills

It is next to impossible to meet shame or sorrow in this land
For here, the hospitable vegetation trumps the far too reasonable man

Briefly touch the stretch where your mind tickles your heart
Now that you are here, your odyssey may start