[Intro] [Verse 1 Gruf] It was not unlike the numbness of the sunset Resting its rays on my face engulfing its heavy gaze As the future of many days look back into my eyes Staring into the forest like I was Lord of The Flies But I aint mortified Im overjoyed as I override Thoughts of the city and the stress that gets me fried Just let my minds eye relax and open up as I make tracks Down the trail I sail Im surrounded by nature The air is cool and fresh the smell of cedar reforms my labor As I savor the soft sounds In my solitude theres no substitute And Im humbled too as the thick tread of my boot nearly crushes A cluster of red mushrooms now the underbrush hushes In my clumsiness and I suddenly wish to stand still View life from a new frequency and let nothing go unseen Let my thoughts root deep into the soil for nourishment And so I halt and let my patience exalt without discouragement [Verse 2 Gruf] Within minutes gray jay and chickadee make my hay day Foraging on the ground a few feet from where Im found Then my soul became inflated when greeted by the plaided Tap pin a tree trunk for grub now this is what I needed Guess now I felt the oneness with the sunset and with all Viewing life with a new sight becoming immersed in its call Odd by the intricacy Intrigued by the simplicity And inside I felt that nothing was missing to me We were in balance No longer individuals who challenged each experience with resistance If it were music it was like groovin to inner visions without movin Sounds difficult but you could get used to it But the truth is its hard to explain To you or anyone just how I felt that day As I merged with my excursion that morning in the white shell It might well have been similar to some religious experience Like kneeling in your temple Speaking to your god and learning its lessons Well let here be my temple And let the one spirit the breath of many The one voice of a variety of sounds One life with its ups and downs A variety of relationships interconnected A symbiotic neighborhood respected [Sample] Men who remember the good old days, when life was closer to nature
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