In the quiet woods so deep,

Earthvists walk where shadows sleep.

With scales of green and eyes of gold,

They guard the earth, both young and old.

Through leaves and stones,

they softly tread, By moonlight paths and stars overhead.

They help the world in their own way,

In nature’s dance, they gently sway.

So when you see the forest's glow,

Think of Earthvists, moving slow.

They keep the land so rich and fair,

In every breath of forest air.