I wake up to a world of trees
Beyond my window
Their bare branches engulfed
In fog
Silent steady witnesses
Calling to me from another time
And place entirely
If you stop and listen
For a moment
They become who they truly are
Beyond my window
Their bare branches engulfed
In fog
Silent steady witnesses
Calling to me from another time
And place entirely
If you stop and listen
For a moment
They become who they truly are
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