Come with me and rest beneath the dead and dying trees

And watch with me the splendor of the skies

A contrast in the glorious white of a sleeping world

Even as she so gently cries.

Wait with me in the cold and quiet

And peacefully stay an eternity

Wherein I can hold you

Comfort you

Love you always

In a slumbering world lost in dreams, now free.

Look up with me into the clouds, the skies

As she in her splendid majesty weep

Frozen tears of loss

Of love

And we in her comfort ever keep.