Whispers of Winter's Arrival

The leaves have told their story, their colors drift away. In silent woods

and meadows, the ghosts of summer stay. Whisper winter softly come,

veil the earth in silver hue. Lay your hand on fading sun and bring

the year anew. The leaves have told their story, their colors drift away.

In silent woods and meadows, the ghosts of summer stay. Whisper winter softly

come, veil the earth in silver hue. Lay your hand on fading

sun and bring the year anew. In the hush before the snow,

I hear the old year breathe. A final sigh so pure and slow,