Evergreen pine trees,
Swaying to the biting wind,
Did I hear them shout my name?
It nips at my ears and nose,
I don't know and I'm sorry,
There's no smell to these mindful trees,
I can't tell you why I'm not understanding your words,
Undergrowth crinkling under my feet,
I don't need a path cause I'm already lost.

Roots trip me up,
Do they believe in me?
A foggy overhang,
I apologize too much.