To nature's shrine

Sugar icing dusted on the sugar loaf mountains,

Flying down the freeway,

service station soda fountains,

A thousand miles from North to South,

A road, a river,

from the skies down the mountain side,

a flow from source to see,

the river mouth sings and the ocean knows where she's been,

A forest of fragrant flowers asleep coiled in the soil called by the rising sun,

The tree stands free in the forest but under the soil all their roots become one,

And through the vertical valley and the pinball alley the people did come,

To nature's shrine

in the subtle sunshine

between the leaves in the Breeze

that swung

The branches where the birds sung

A song to free us from our twisting mind

A moment to feel free and freeze time