As high we can we reach the sky,
I think we were forgotten.
Standing in the center of a field,
our crown has not be knotted.
They left the well of live inside,
were birds and hare do drink.
Untouched like nature ever should be,
It might you start to think.
The beauty is to us all around
and shows the flying goose.
If we don’t care of places like these,