Come, run with me under these trees.
See the green?
Feel the life?
Now, I’m not telling you to leave your kind so you can just be with me.
I know you civilized ones hate to do things like that.
But…
Sure, in the wild it’s rough.
And my kind aren’t very welcoming to outsiders.
And yes, I know you’ve got comforts livin’ civilized and all.
But you feel real proud every day when you survive to see tomorrow.
You get to feel the wind.
Hear the song of the leaves.
Hunt for your own food.
You feel more alive, somehow,
Knowing it’s not guaranteed it won’t be taken away.
And this place it quite beautiful,
Isn’t it?
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