• I climb uphill
    I push aside the bushes and branches
    My legs ache
    My arms are slashed
    Will I ever find it?

    The trees get thicker
    The hill gets steeper
    I look around me
    I see the animals steering off
    Settling where they are
    But I keep moving on
    I know I will find it

    The hill becomes a cliff
    I pull on the vines
    I burst over the top
    At last I have found it

    The air so sweet and warm
    A cool and refreshing breeze
    Fruit is in abundance
    Moss covers the stones
    In the center lies
    The Crystal Waterfall
    So amazing and wonderful
    My Oasis