Shroud of White

(Verse 1) In the realm where time softly treads, A cycle of whispers, in hues of reds. A silent change, as the warmth retreats, In the dance of leaves, where the horizon meets. (Chorus) A shroud of white, a hush over the land, A touch of frost, laid by a tender hand. The slumbering earth, in a dream it weaves, A pause in the song, beneath the bare trees. (Verse 3) The awakening touch, of a sun reborn, A chorus of blooms, the world adorned. A subtle shift, from sleep to rise, In the lengthening days, under open skies. (Chorus) A shroud of white, a hush over the land, A touch of frost, laid by a tender hand. The slumbering earth, in a dream it weaves, A pause in the song, beneath the bare trees. (Verse) And so the cycle spins, in a quiet ballet, A tapestry of time, in colors that sway. The unspoken journey, through the sun's arc, In the theater of seasons, where the years leave their mark. (End) (Outro) When the sun's reign wanes, and shadows grow, A whisper of amber, in the evening's glow. The world in repose, as the light softly fades, In the twilight's embrace, where the day serenades.