Green Trees

In a place hidden by green,
Where nothing seems mean,
There is a little cottage shaded by trees,
Where flowers bloom are buzzing bees,
The creek runs fast and so does the breeze,
And up in the trees cousins tease,
Cows bellow and baby pigs squeal,
And in the cottage there is a family meal,
Away from the hustle,
And the bustle,
Of the never-sleeping city,
Free amongst trees is where I will be.