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I have some idea of music for this. It's intended to be very, I don't know, "spacey" as on e person put it. Anyways, this is my first song so here it is:

See the trees
sway back, sway forth.
Feel the breeze
touch the warmth.
But without clear eyes
green turns to yellow.
Without clear eyes,
the warmth feels scorched.

See the trees
sway north, sway south.
See them through hazel windows.
But without clear eyes,
we are the trees,
swaying wherever the wind blows.