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The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 297
The wait. So much forecasted. Days are now only hours away. The predicted first snow and ice of the winter season. No owls are hooting. Not falcons screeching. Not even a deer to be seen. The wait. More is moving through my head then leaves on a tree. Do the trees feel the sting of the 40 degree day? Where are the bouncy squirrels? All must be stuck in the same thought. If I close my eyes will the approaching bad weather go away? I've seen this forest in snowflake white. I've fallen witness to it being crystalized. That's where everyone is. They're in rehearsal! You can't suddenly hit the stage expecting to create wow! The wait. How can I help or participate?