Green and growing
But the sky is snowing
Death has moved on
But the branches are still long
They grow out from the stone
From the tomb and the bone
Intense green, so bold
Full of frost, so cold
Engraved with loving thoughts
Alone, it silently haunts
The green branches crack the tomb
The green branches split the gloom
Can it be true, that life has grown
From death encased; from death alone