Thirty Something : Before I Step Into The Wood

Wake up
The grass is singing
The birds are pecking,
Scratching
Fighting over worms
Wake up
The green grass sings
The pine tree sways, waving hello,
Kicked around in the breeze
Wake up, you’ll feel better when you stand
Your bed is warm, but it is empty
Nothing there but dreams
Wake up
The grass is singing

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