Hypothermia - Trees

The air so cool - so pretty
The sunny spells so warm.
Of springtime - summer - fall -
The winterair's so cool - them stars so near - her eyes were there.

Trees were my fate
and trees were my home
Trees in the morning sun
of winter tears so long ago.

He used to sit on trees
and watch the sun - sun go by.
The stars had looked at him
as if her eyes were there, love everywhere.