Where Trees Speak Words Poem by Christopher's Dead

Where trees speak words,
And riverbeds are laced with gold.
Where voices are heard miles apart,
And it's easy to have a change of heart
To dance the long night away,
Gladdened that you decided to stay.
Lions dancing amongst sheep,
Drifting away in a moonlit sleep.
Not a dream, but peace,
Light emotions never cease
In time, realized what fun it can be
To sing a sweeter melody.
A trial to defeat the fiercest of wards,
Testing soldiers to lay down their swords.
Take up a hand and build a sign
And build up life and build up mine.
Glistening, due in rest,
To strike a smile and do my best.
Where can all this exist?
Here, as long as I don't resist.