Isotope

Dead of the winter

snow gently falling

stillness surrounds us

church bells are calling

Out in the distance

Cuts thru the grey clouds

I couldn't live here now

But maybe someday

Maybe one day soon

Dead of the winter

Tracks in the new snow

See where they lead to

See where they will go

Into the forest

somebodys waiting

I wouldn't go there now

You do what you want

You do or you don't

Your call

Carbon emissions

de-forestation

Antarctic warming

Land degradation

Fuel-wood consumption

Urbanization

I couldn't live here now

But maybe one day soon