Little child, when you walk through woods, I want you 
               to see
The floating gold of a bumble bee.
 ... 
A cobweb net with a catch of dew,
Treetops cones against the blue,
Dancing flowers, bright green flies,
And birds to put rainbows in your eyes.

When you walk through woods I want you 
               to hear
A million sounds in your little ear,
 ... 
The cry of a hawk from the distant sky,
The purr of leaves when a breeze rolls by,
Brooks that murmur, stones that ring,
And birds to teach your heart to sing.

When you walk through the woods I want you 
               to feel
That no mere man could make this real...
 ... 
Could give the wonders of earth and sky;
There's something greater than you and I.
When you walk through the woods and the branches nod,
Child, here you'll find a friend named God!