Precious Nature

There’s a spot I go, When I’m feelin’ low, Where the trees are made of silver, And the rocks are made of gold, There’s a waterfall of diamonds, And the moon up in the sky, It’s the place I want to live, And the place I want to die.

Gimme 24 Karats, And Sterling .999, Gimme all the carbon under pressure, Gimme precious nature and I’ll be fine.