The Forest Of The Truffula Trees

I walk through this field, of green, red, yellow and blue, wondering is there anywhere on earth more beautiful as this.

The humming fish hum, and the swami swans sing.
The barbaloots play beneath the Truffula trees.

This undisturbed paradise, it's as perfect as can be,
The sun shines bright,
And the air is clean.

I hope this place stays this way, for generations to come, this land of green and red pink and blue, of yellows and browns and a hint of purple, with Truffula trees scattered for miles around.

And in the corner of my eye I see, a donkey drawn trailer, heading towards me.

There you go
I wrote some more happy stuff, I'm gonna write a sequel to this though, so that shall be fun