The winter woods have always been my home.
They do not judge the girl who walks alone.
Their skyward branches lift my spirits high,
the snow is my white blanket when I cry.
The trees have heard my songs and seen my tears,
the rocks have felt my joy and know my fears.
The mountaintops have always been my stage,
they do not judge, or tremble at my rage.
The wind will stop and listen when I speak,
the forest makes me strong when I am weak.
The winter woods have always been my home,
for the embrace the girl who walks alone.