Tree

Cascade the green tinted windows 70 degrees is a good pick me up Trail air smells so familiar With dirt scrolling beneath viridian glow This is my sanctuary It's the hanging reverie in the leaves There is nothing that the woods have not heard And there is nothing that the trees have not seen Light rain on the horizon A little water never hurt anyone Stroll out, forget the umbrella The clouds are generous in lieu of the sun This is my sanctuary It's the hanging reverie in the leaves There is nothing that the woods have not heard And there is nothing that the trees have not seen Gone away, gone away, gone away On a walk and I think I'll take my time Fade away, on delay, blessed days In a short sleeve shirt as I photosynthesize It's okay, entertain, when the rain Hits the ground like angels applauding summertime What is there to hide When we can always go outside This is my sanctuary It's the hanging reverie in the leaves There is nothing that the woods have not heard