You tell me Pennsylvania is ugly
because the trees won't stay green
and the snow covers everything in winter.

We have a house here together,
yet you say this could never be your home
because you'll always live in California.

Without Pennsylvania, I wouldn't be
since I was born and grew up
amongst the changing trees.

I still do enjoy the first snowfall
and getting cozy with a cup of hot chocolate
eventhough I feel to old to go sled riding.

Maybe I was just so barren for so long
that I became one of the deciduous trees
and looked dead to everyone.

Since I found you I have been able to find my warmth,
I have always had it inside
I was just afraid to let myself thaw.

I agree,
there's nothing like looking up at the Redwoods
and imaging yourself tall enough to reach the top.

I like driving along the rocky coast and just staring
at the way the ocean waves dance through the rocks
and I could hunt for seashells all day.

I would miss it here,
where there are four distinct seasons
and sometimes daffodils have to bloom in the snow.

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