Outside, is mystery the source of hate,
The day and night of forrests painted wild
create an image past and now in blank
of memories of things unseen and tried
but yet there seems to be a longing peace unknown
imagine love with none of all this safety now
us all intimidated, darkness flows
when we can find the lighted sky somehow
and still our warmth and faith and happy minds
we're wild beyond our wildest dreams and thoughts
that forrest calling, nature with its finds
and everyone that teaches us is taught
so when we look, the trees, the sky, the limbs
will move and hold us with our deepest hymns
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