Behind the tree ( poetic ' under the skies' version)

Behind the tree, far away

Where the hills and clouds they play

Created by creations hand

Beauty fills the wild land

 

Behind the tree, that stretches

high

Home to the birds, that do fly

Past the clouds, through the blue

That fill the skies ,above of you

 

Over the land and hills , that play

Behind the tree and far away

Done