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O Spirit of Trees,
Tell me where do you go,
Where do you hide,
When the winter winds blow?
Your once verdant leaves,
They all wither and die;
Now bare bones of branches
claw at the sky.
Your breath plumes like smoke
Through frost laden teeth,
From the mantle of snow
you slumber beneath...


...Patient and still,
Until at long last, you rise;
Shake ice from your fur,
and open your eyes.
Then you lift up your voice,
And to the Trees sing,
And quicken to life,
the  green joy of Spring.

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Music by  Sayh
Words by  Swandog
Vocals by  Amadhia
Art by  Seyorrol
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A Blessed Solstice to all as the Wheel turns anew!