This starry night
With no snow in sight,
The lights rise
In synchronous tides,
With the tree of life
Taking the center stride.
With no armor
We wander
Past the will ó wisp,
The air all crispy,
Music in the air,
It was a wondrous affair.
This starry night
With no snow in sight,
The lights rise
In synchronous tides,
With the tree of life
Taking the center stride.
With no armor
We wander
Past the will ó wisp,
The air all crispy,
Music in the air,
It was a wondrous affair.
Brunilda Writes 