Bright-colored tufts and the fresh morning breeze

Way back in the days when the grass was still green

and the pond was still wet
and the clouds were still clean

and the song of the Swomee-Swans rand out into space...
one morning, I came to this glorious place.

And I first saw the trees!
The Truffula Trees!
The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula trees!

Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.

(Seuss-worthy trees, don't you think?)