WINTER RETURNS
The winter birds have returned!
In the canopies of the trees, within shrubs, on the vines, the Valley is alive as the still of the cold descends. Foggy days, short days, cold days flocks fly and land like snow.
When the wind blows you'll shiver but the birds shiver not, for they are silent bringing peace against the gray sky. When the fog creeps in the birds fade out into a great white cloak, but are always there.
In the canopies of the trees, within shrubs, on the vines, the Valley is alive as the still of the cold descends. Foggy days, short days, cold days flocks fly and land like snow.
When the wind blows you'll shiver but the birds shiver not, for they are silent bringing peace against the gray sky. When the fog creeps in the birds fade out into a great white cloak, but are always there.