Sweet is the scent of sacred pine

Sweet is the scent of fragrant pine

As I walk through wondrous woods

Fresh is the sound of laughing streams

As I hear the valleys voice

Apples of gold hang ripe with fruit and trees their sunlight bear

Lilies bloom in full array while wood and sky rejoice

Clear I see the Master's hand

His garden sprung with life

My heart too is full of song

In this morning Paradise.