A lonely field with only a tree,
How peaceful could it be?
Stood alone with only the wind,
Then lonely thoughts could be pinned-

The rustle of the leaves,
Hearing everything around you breathe,
Watching the white spread across the grass,
Waiting for another sad lonely winter to pass,

The crunch of a footstep in the snow,
Just waiting for your time to glow;
So close to that feeling of relaxation,
Of the comfort we seek in infactuation.