The Pines told me Picked it off one by one Shimmer in the street light Shiver in the sun Cold is so mean But what do they know? They lean in the wind And sleep in the snow The bright of the spring Was eased by the chill The whisper of leaves Was suddenly still We counted the rings And tied to every hole Sometimes only rest Here sick in the soul The bounds held the heart Where we have until We wrapped all our lies In trees that took ill And stay here till spring And sleep in the snow And let our heartsache For fears that won't grow