I stand here under giant trees, leaving my sorrows in the gust of wind.
I sit here under giant trees, feeling lost like Little Red, straying in her path to her Grandmother's stead.
I wondered here under giant trees, soaked by the sounds of leaves rustling, and light patches dancing.
I lay down here under giant trees, talking with them, their wise minds giving me insight.
I stand here under giant trees, you must leave all upon entering here,
They will help you forget everything,
Under giant trees, you'll forget anything,
I hope you come join me under the giant trees,
We'll all be friends, with a light heart and green sceneries
Under giant trees,
We'll come as one
//k.u.
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