The forest pops after snowfall
And while I drive, passing by,
I notice the vastness of every
Branch, of every trunk and stick.
Dark and rich bark leaps against
The endless white that sleeps.
The forest pops after snowfall
And while I drive, passing by,
I notice the vastness of every
Branch, of every trunk and stick.
Dark and rich bark leaps against
The endless white that sleeps.