The Greater Horror

She walks without fear
and she sheds a single tear.

This is the ride she needed all've her life..

All the faces from all unheard places.
A view that she'll never forget,
a trip that she'll never regret in her life.

Running from the train
it's the pace of her anxiety.
The drone and moans of speed and sound.
She'll just take her leave
as the train is moving forward now.
these feelings will no longer keep her down.

Tree girl, how's the wet grass feel as you soak in it?
A new world, has yet to grace your face.
A horizon has welcomed you in.

Tree girl, when's the last time that we've met?
When's the last time you've sat in the grass wet?