thadkopec:

The winter forest ever does know

The devil is the maker of the pure white snow

If the breeze comes by with the seeds she sows

Her beauty breaks the branches before ever they can grow

What will they say about you?

What waves will break around you?

If the river comes down with everything

That once was in the winter now flowing to the spring

The flower once silent now stands and sings

The cubs out of the cave to the blue ceiling  

Listened to this three times today and you should too. On repeat. Now.