Misty and cold with a dash of light.
The wind is truly putting up a fight.
The trees are dancing, all dark and green.
On an angle, they all lean.
Shivers a scent down my spine.
This forest is almost passed the line.
Out I run to where it's nice,
where it's not chilly and there's no ice.
The wind is truly putting up a fight.
The trees are dancing, all dark and green.
On an angle, they all lean.
Shivers a scent down my spine.
This forest is almost passed the line.
Out I run to where it's nice,
where it's not chilly and there's no ice.