Stand up.
Walk outside.
Find the song of the trees.
Find the song of the snow.
Marvel at how well they

We could sing like that.
You'll be the melody,
I'll be the lyrics.
Together we'll be a song
Yet unheard by the world.

And I'll sit here
And hum it to you,
Soft as the snow that falls
On the trees outside,
Until we both fall asleep.