Tundra, oh frost of many names.
How many mlies do you pile high?
Do you count your endless days?
Do you sit cold & wonder how far it is to spring?
Do your northern lights & glaciers lament, or do they sing?
Do you ever wish to move somewhere, where permafrost will thaw?
Oh' how I do hope you are, content... the beauty that you are.
How many mlies do you pile high?
Do you count your endless days?
Do you sit cold & wonder how far it is to spring?
Do your northern lights & glaciers lament, or do they sing?
Do you ever wish to move somewhere, where permafrost will thaw?
Oh' how I do hope you are, content... the beauty that you are.
No comments:
Post a Comment