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In the green of the forests,
awaits a world of good,
Floating truths that clear the fog,
About some things,
You never really understood.

In the blue of the rivers,
by the little brook,
Truth rings clear as a bell,
Clearer than the water,
And taller than the trees of redwood.

In the white of the ice-capped mountain and the snow,
Blows a wind,in which healing grows,
All that it touches,
The signs always show.

In the green, white and the blue,
Each time the cosmos shows us something new,
So, walk to the beats of the woodpecker on the tree,
Run with the wind and dance with the butterflies and the bees,
The best things in life are always free.