The trees are sleeping,
Can you hear?
Their dreams are yet deep’ning,
Are you near?
.
A snow serenade was swirling to the ground
As we held the air tight,
Tight inside our chests.
A snow promenade made scarcely a sound
But the wisp of the white
And the ambient scent.
.
The trees are sleeping,
Can you hear?
Their dreams are yet deep’ning,
Are you near?
.
Their sweet slumbering shall not be disturbed
By the squirrel’s quick paw
Nor our steps in the snow,
This still winter-land calms the call of the bird,
Until the blanket is thawed
And spring’s bounty is shown.
.
The trees are sleeping,
Can you hear?
