Who is that wandering in my forest?
This is my space within to be free!

Woaa! Blow me down with a whiff of air. Look there at the edge of the bush.

You've no right to intrude here,
disturbing my peace and tranquility.

No, let it be a gust of wind,
make those leafs move.

Young women they are on a walk-a-bout,
no doubt, observing nature, well let them.

Should we or shouldn't we join?
Lead on brave, young man!

Nature's paths go to private places.
Follow, if you so desire.