In the presence of trees I imbrace my peace 

The sound of the  wiseling wind 

Make my soul feel so free 

I imagen my self us a small leaf 

Grown with the season's flow

Waiting to be blow 

And us I let it go 

Completely trust the wind

Please take me back home 

Where I will reunited 

With all my brothers and sisters 

Laying on the grass 

Where each of us 

Comes from different direction 

But we all become one 

Dispiriting in the ground

So us the spring come 

We grow again on a new tree 

To full fill our destiny