Hickory

Picture a green, rich forest
way out in Hickory field
borne right out of someone's stories
Grab on to the trees and don't yield
And run away, little child
Your fears grew up and became real
Just run with speed little child
They're lurking around every corner
Just let yourself feel the grass touch your toes
"Connection" and "Boundaries"? Nobody knows
Just climb o'er the rustic wood fence and be free
and allow your old self to live selfishly
In the woods you'll know
Just forget how you've grown—
In the woods you'll see
All that you used to be—
In the woods you'll find
all that you left behind—
But now you are here, bundled safe in my arms
Here there is peace; here there’s no harm
I’ll listen to you and I’ll look in your eyes
And you won’t have to worry that these could be lies
Hickory takes you into your heart
Take a deep breath, we’re about to depart
The light in your eyes is rekindled
And those eyes only have a few wrinkles
In the woods you’ll explore—
That your heart can be more
That your world can be more
That you can mean more.