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