"Kind of Vulnerable"
It's Kind Of Vulnerable
For My Own One Heart
When I Stand In My Home Forest
The Forest of my Family Home
Where Most of the trees and all the stones
are even older than i am i'm 30
and they were old when I was born there
I could Map and describe the character
of many of the living and dead trees,
stumps and boulders.  i know where rare plants grow
i know they have my back
it's kind of vulnerable to read each
other's minds, you and the trees, when
they're even older than i am.  i was born and raised
in that forest.  The Trees Know Me Better
Than People Know Me.  If Someone Wanted
To Break My Heart They Would Cut Down That Forest
I cannot leave that forest by a few miles
I settled into town nearby and found
a compartment building like a caged bird
i feel perpetually infinitely trapped amongst
my species. i cant wait to be released
from the human world and get back
to my forest.  i will never leave this town
when i go to their house, i cry
i cry because i miss all the trees.
//I'll Take My Chances With The Forest/
It's a hell of alot safer than your cities
and this hell of a compartment building
i hate this hell.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.///