I wish I could see it as a dance or ritual
but dances have an end.
We are both waiting for the winter to come
when time will freeze and end the vibrant frenzy.
But dances have an end;
the music stops, you grow weak and weary.
When time will freeze and end the vibrant frenzy
you will find rest beneath the snow.
The music stops, you grow weak and weary
It's time to stop and admire the falling colors.
You will find rest beneath the snow,
only then will you sleep and grow.
It's time to stop and admire the falling snow
we are both waiting for winter to come
only then will you sleep and grow.
I wish I could see it as a dance or ritual.
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