Dear Washington Forest,
I wish I could tell you
how wonderful you are,
from the deepness of the dark green all around,
to the crunch of the leaves
on the littered ground.
The wind as it rustles the trees above,
the sounds of the birds as they sing a song.
The trickle of the stream nearby
and of plop and splash
of raindrops as they fall from the sky.
In all of this there is a peace to be found;
no polluted air, no noisy sounds,
no noise of cars or the beep-beeps of the horns that sound
as the curses and swears follow the sound.
No worries to be found, no enemies either;
no mothers, fathers, sisters, or brothers to be found.
No homework, teachers, or school...
No worries at all, no people to care for;
it's just you, me and the peaceful completeness you bring.
Time itself has completely stopped
as my clothes are plastered to my body and the rain doesn't stop.
I can't feel my body anymore as the cold sets in,
but who cares anymore? Times like these don't come very often
when I go back in the city and I wish I could escape
I'll think of you and remember the day of peace and quiet you bring
it might never come again, but I'll always remember
that there was silence and peace one summer day.
I wish I could tell you
how wonderful you are,
from the deepness of the dark green all around,
to the crunch of the leaves
on the littered ground.
The wind as it rustles the trees above,
the sounds of the birds as they sing a song.
The trickle of the stream nearby
and of plop and splash
of raindrops as they fall from the sky.
In all of this there is a peace to be found;
no polluted air, no noisy sounds,
no noise of cars or the beep-beeps of the horns that sound
as the curses and swears follow the sound.
No worries to be found, no enemies either;
no mothers, fathers, sisters, or brothers to be found.
No homework, teachers, or school...
No worries at all, no people to care for;
it's just you, me and the peaceful completeness you bring.
Time itself has completely stopped
as my clothes are plastered to my body and the rain doesn't stop.
I can't feel my body anymore as the cold sets in,
but who cares anymore? Times like these don't come very often
when I go back in the city and I wish I could escape
I'll think of you and remember the day of peace and quiet you bring
it might never come again, but I'll always remember
that there was silence and peace one summer day.

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