As you look up into the trees,
you feel small…
Nature
I am a beggar…
feet bounce in shoes on carpet,
ready to roam…
When you see the mountains
in the distance…
No one knows why we like
tall trees so much
until we look up…
watch your step,
watch your feet…
moss covers the bridge
railings, could be spines…
now everyone has been gassing up walking in the woods and it was pretty swell
[INSERT HEAVY BREATHING HERE]
so you go into the woods with a tent or whatever and cook not so good on a fire
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