Silence rolls down the hills
Of these mountains tall
It seems like a season of spring
Instead, it’s the season of fall.
No one hears the howling wind
No one can see the snow
But the cold comes uninvited
On branches that hang low.
The mountain top is blankest of all
No clouds, no sun, no moon, no stars
What a sight to see and grieve
It casts no shadow no matter the hours.
It simply could be a void in space
Or it is something else I feel
The mountain top is as real as I
The silence reaches the town tonight.
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