The Pines

As the ridges fade from green to gray
And the cold of night creeps into day
If you listen close, you'll hear him say
That death has not yet won

When the leaves fall to the ground
It's only then you'll hear the sound
Of baby deer still learning how
To flee the hunter's gun

The snow is thick and it's hard to see
But when all the color has left the trees
The pines remind us with a little green
That death must wait for his decree

To keep the growing deer at play
The hunter walks the fields each day
To feed them well and keep them safe
Until the season comes

The lonely one who leaves the path
Will rile the heard and feel their wrath
But come the frost they'll all be trapped
Unless they learn to run

The snow is thick and it's hard to see
But when all the color has left the trees
The pines remind us with a little green
That death must wait for his decree



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Kuffner
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