Trees End
Brutally the wind
Echoes through the
Land whistling
In and out of
Every tree
Violently bending
Even the tallest
Icy chills
Nipping at the bark
Tearing off
Hundreds of years of never
Ending growth
Little by Little
It will fall to it's
End
Echoes through the
Land whistling
In and out of
Every tree
Violently bending
Even the tallest
Icy chills
Nipping at the bark
Tearing off
Hundreds of years of never
Ending growth
Little by Little
It will fall to it's
End