In Her Arms
In Her Arms
The wind blows silently through the forest mist...
The winter is merciless, yet the wild spirit persists...
In these hardened woods, my tired head I lay...
Asking for her to embrace me, to love me once again...
The branches are as her loving arms, the wind as her fragrant breath...
My sister loved me much, even more so after death...
The leaves on my body as her warm embrace...
Even the winter fails to hinder, her love and amazing Grace...