If I offered you the forest
Would you focus on the trees
If you stuck your toe in paradise
Could you feel the ocean breeze
Squeezing tightly on the wheel
The clutch and gas in a hot romance
The rubber tread grips the road
As eight pulsating cylinders dance
Speeding away from what you love
You climb to the high ground
Looking down on all the mortals
Just us sinners all around
A single sapling reaching for the sky
Searching for a ray of sunlight
Dwarfed by the giants
Someday this pawn will be a knight
Part the chaff for the hidden diamond
Or find a pearl in one lucky shell
Of all the bouquets a single flower
The sweetest music just one bell
In a forest of repetitious trees
Can one be analogous yet still unique
At a distance, exact organic camouflage
Each leaf a fingerprint of mystique
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