[Intro]
A pale sky, a winter hush on the wind,
Branches like fingers, catching the dim light.
[Verse]
A sovereign on a bare limb, eyes bright as ice,
Watching the field below through frost and time.
The valley wears a quiet crown of gray,
Breath fogs in moth-wings of the morning day.
Silent snow quilts the stubborn ground,
The eagle holds the charge of wind half-found.
Ice-lace on wing, the cold holds its breath,
Every heartbeat drums for a season’s depth.
[Chorus]
Soar, above the frost-born city of trees,
Glide through the pale blue-gray of the breeze.
Eyes like stars in a winter dawn,
King of the bare, sovereign and strong.
[Verse]
Leaves relinquished, the forest wears a scar,
Echoes of summer tucked in every scar.
The branch is a stage for a ruler’s gaze,
Watching the world in a misty haze.
Snow-dusted pine, a distant choir,
Muted colors hum in quiet fire.
Feathers catch the light that barely stays,
A silent sermon of strength in frozen days.
[Chorus]
Soar, above the frost-born city of trees,
Glide through the pale blue-gray of the breeze.
Eyes like stars in a winter dawn,
King of the bare, sovereign and strong.
[Bridge]
A moment pauses where wind and will converge,
The sky holds its breath, the valley starts to purge
The noise of seasons with a softer tone,
A white-blue hush where the creature roams alone.
But the branch remembers every watchful night,
And vows to guard this crystal, stubborn light.
[Chorus]
Soar, above the frost-born city of trees,
Glide through the pale blue-gray of the breeze.
Eyes like stars in a winter dawn,
King of the bare, sovereign and strong.
[Outro]
The day wears on in muted steel and pale,
The eagle drifts, a quiet, noble tale.
GrizzlyJones
