The mist is heavy.
There is no green moss to tread upon…
Or Clear Mountain springs to cross.
There are no rabbits to be seen…
All of life is lost.
The trees alone and silent…
No birds to spread their wings.
The sun a shadow far away…
No summer breeze she brings.
Springtime just a memory…
Flowers in full bloom.
The mist is oh so heavy…
And all she brings is doom.