FOREST WORDS & MUSIC:   Earl P. Reinhalter I. I saw a forest from far off afar, so sweet and green like a Cuban cigar. but nearer and nearer, the trees called my name: "we really are diff'rent, we just look the same." II. I saw human beings, or so I would try. but they kept throwing motes in my eye. class and age, sex and race I would forget. but someone reminds me: "we're not equal yet." III. the man on the street and the man in the moon and the girl in the shadow says, "I'm diff'rent, too." but I see a forest with Eden below. the trees are all diff'rent, but look where they grow. © Copyright 1984 Earl P. Reinhalter.   All Rights Reserved.