Cobblestones hold frost like lichen crust
Quercus roots remember dormant trust
Brass lid clicks open in my palm
Time reads moss in winter calm
Pocket watch ticks slow on stone
Seasons turn in root and bone
Winter sings a quiet song
Brass and bark belong
Betula bark peels paper thin
Sap sleeps deep beneath the skin
Cello hums where footsteps fade
Violin warms the winter shade
Pocket watch ticks slow on stone
Seasons turn in root and bone
Winter sings a quiet song
Brass and bark belong
Musci carpets alley floor
Green fire in the frozen core
Flute breath dances on the wind
Harpsichord where time begins
Pocket watch ticks slow on stone
Seasons turn in root and bone
Winter sings a quiet song
Brass and bark belong
Soil reads clock through fungal thread
Mycelium maps where seconds led
No hands to rush no face to chase
Just growth rings in frozen space
Deep bass walks the one drop line
Roots drink dark like winter wine
Cello weeps and violin sighs
Watch reflects the coal black skies
Spring waits patient in the bud
Acer dreams of sap and flood
Brass snaps shut I walk away
Cobblestones hold another day
Pocket watch ticks slow on stone
Seasons turn in root and bone
Winter sings a quiet song
Brass and bark belong
Brass and bark belong
Time grows slow in root and stone
Winter roots hold brass and bone