Track Insight / Lyrics
Beneath the silver telephone poles,
The world is fresh-kissed by morning's glow.
Pine boughs whisper low and slow,
An ancient tongue the winter knows.
Chains like rope, the trees stand deep,
Ancient sentinels in slumber deep.
Their needles muffled, rendered sleek,
By nature's slumber, soft and meek.
In this quiet, once the din of streets,
A different rhythm beats and meets.
The pulse of snowflakes, gently falling,
And trees conversing, their secrets calling.
Oh, Snowlit Symphony divine, arise
From somber woods where shadows reside.
Unveil your beauty, pure as snow,
Let this sacred place, my heart, bestow.
The silver bark of trees, a tapestry,
Weaves secrets told in mist and melody.
Their ancient hearts, a history deep,
Buried with tales the forest keeps.
In solitude, I find my peace,
A haven from the world's wild release.
Here, winter's peace, a respite I seek,
From life's frenetic, frantic creek.
Oh, Snowlit Symphony divine, arise
From somber woods where shadows reside.
Unveil your beauty, pure as snow,
Let this sacred place, my heart, bestow.
As morning light begins its ascension,
The forest stirs, imperceptibly.
A chorus of awakening rises,
As snow-kissed pines their vigil prize.
The dawn's soft warmth begins to chase
The night's chill from its twilight space.
The symphony of snow, a hush,
As peace descends, the forest's rush.
