An amber light shining throughout the blizzard.
The streets have been bedridden with a hefty blanket.
The footprints we’ve drawn pinpoint where we left off.
Standing where our shadows have outline each other.
We find that the snow on the evergreen has fallen off.
The tree stands, showing off its pine cones and needles.
The wind has called and it has told me the truth that has always been hidden underneath.
So I let the moon shine on us because I believe in the story of the evergreens.