Song For Mountains

I dreamed of vast green landscapes and a sun piercing through the clouds
Of pure and sparkling water, the smell of woods and earth
Every winter, I hope that as it disappears, the snow will reveal your true face
Do you see those gray bucks?
They are the new rocks
No moss grows on them
Do you see those tall straight sticks?
They are the new trees
Do you see those tall straight sticks?
Those are their new weapons