Tonight The Thickets Are Completely Still,
The Cold Is Cutting Through My Damp Jacket,
The Pale And Far Away Sun Almost Gone,
The Only Sound Is A Lone Raven's Call,
It Is Hoarse Yet Quiet, Miles Away,
Evergreen Boughs Lie Limp Heavy With Snow,
Picture Perfect--A Postcard From God's Land,
Winter Is An Odd Time In The Forest,
Rarely Do I See A Bird Flutter Or,
Hear Any Creature Stir In This White Wood,
Frozen In The Snow Lie Sleeping Flowers,
Yet I Have Never Heard Those Flowers Snore,
Tonight The Thickets Are Eerily Still,
Yet This Quiet Is What I've Searched For,
The Silence Whispers A Song Few Can Hear,
I Am Fine With This Being The Last Song,
Which Ever Slithers In My Frosted Ear