In the deep light wood
Diamond shards, sapphire rocks you could see
Trees of lush green emerald
Flowers of boasting red ruby

The grass made of trimmed jewel
The snow, it is pearls in winter
During spring the buttercups are all pure gold
Autumn the fallen leaves are amber

I step into the forest
Tempted to steal the gems and gold
To take them back to the market
All of them shining and sold

I resist my temptations
I admire the sheer beauty through the mist
I sit down, the emerald blades sharp
I breathe in the aroma of amethyst