The wandering boy in the snow
Growing between two worlds
Having a moment of his own.

As the new saplings come
Popping through the snow
He dreams of being on his own.

The fallen oak, uprooted with might
Still lays rotting and leaving its mark
The boy looks on thinking on his own.

This lost place, forgotten in time
Holds all the same pieces of new and old
The boy takes it in all on his own.

Forest of forever filled with ancient and young
Changes each winter like time to come.
The boy leaves here all on his own.