I hear it as jazzing sound And see it as a breathing sigh The snowfall and its white feather down Both light and bright as a once darkened sky
The distant stars drowned out by the day An aesthetic row of these ancient books To hide is not part of the mountains way All it takes for this one is a look
And I am lost beyond horizons More cold than hollowed ocean nooks Just as the breeze brings gifts And rgis wish by a field to sow
I hear and see all this alive And about you I wish to know