Whispering Pines

Shadows dance on the cabin wall. The fire flickers, small but tall. I hear the

wind, it hums and calls a tune from nowhere,

a tune from nowhere at all. Oh, oh, oh,

whispering pines. Tell me your secrets, sing me your lines.

Oh, oh, oh, whispering pines. Hold me in

your stillness through time, through time.

Bare footsteps on the forest floor, each one softer than the one before.

A creek bends where the moss does pour, it flows forever, it flows