go meet the trees.

You gotta meet the trees They're gonna set you free If you've got nowhere to be You go meet the trees Wake up to the sound of water dripping off the leaves It's about damn time the snow started melting You can go outside and breathe Winter was so unforgiving With bone-chilling gusts of wind When you're locked inside you're more prone to cry Because the sun is your best friend Birds are singing off in the distance so you follow the sound Takes you away from the screaming sirens To the outskirts of town The choir's joined by many voices From crickets, frogs, and bees The smog in the air is no longer there Thanks to all the trees You gotta meet the trees They're gonna set you free If you've got nowhere to be You go meet the trees Leaning back on a sycamore tree, I take my place and rest To pass the time I brought a book with me But not a single page was read 'Cause I could not get the ephemeral song of the choir out of my head I could not take my eyes away from the busy wilderness Atlas is just a redwood holding up the sky Hyperion will paint a sunset jut to say goodnight We like to tell these stories of these gods that act like us 'Cause it's hard to believe that these intricate leaves Were not designed and discussed You gotta meet the trees They're gonna set you free If you've got nowhere to be You go meet the trees You gotta meet the trees They will set you free When you're brought down to your knees You go meet the trees You go meet the trees You go meet the trees