let s go walk through the branches and see into it all walk through the branches and hear mother nature s call that will rise again travel along the contours in a landscape with no boundaries follow the roads into the unknown along the path of our ancestors summon the aura and the species we have seen envision a lost world before it was torn by the hands of man red leaves from the tree the tree of life cast by the wind down in the beckoning hollow one time in history we lived in harmony with the earth we chanted around the campfires and gazed into the mysteries of the stars red leaves from the tree the tree of life cast by the wind down in the beckoning hollow one time in history we lived in harmony with the earth we chanted around the campfires and gazed into the mysteries of the stars wandering across the open plains to a promised green free feet among the whispering grass that stretches further than the eyes can see summon the aura and the species we have seen envision a lost world before it was torn by the hands of man travel along the contours in a landscape with no boundaries follow the roads into the unknown along the path of our ancestors one time in history we lived in harmony with the earth we chanted around the campfires and gazed into the mysteries of the stars an endless chase for new resources constant pace towards the end as a testament to our forefathers in our lives we honor them from the peak of the mountains we ponder upon creation seasons gone by and seasons to come nature is an image of time2