They describe a swampy valley dotted with little farms and huts by Igorots. They describe a lagoon or a lake where wild ducks and grouse play. They describe a sky that would sometimes go dark because of migratory birds. They describe a crystal-clear river where the Igorots wash their golden-brown skin.
They describe hills with trees where the Igorots got their timber for building houses, sticks for fencing their farms, and wood for their kitchens. They describe little fires at night that seem to reach out and dance with the stars above.