Don't sit in the mud in your favorite jeans
They told you not to search
There isn't enough time
For all the forests where it always rains
And then the ones where it always snows
But you knew that a year in the evergreens
Would gain you their trust
And get you their secret
But looking now at the same pine needles
And patches of dirt
You know a forest has little to hide
You've changed for the trees
Now go home and sit on the porch
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