🎻 Whispers in the Mist - Music with Yeti CLXXIV
Perched high in trees, a woodpecker sings
A carved log hides secrets within
Misty whispers swirl in the soft spring
Echoes beneath the forest skin
The piglet blinks into the light
Frozen wood comes alive tonight
In the mist we find our way
Magic shapes what wasn't there
Wood turns to flesh with eyes that play
In the mist, we pause and stare
The forest speaks in whispered tones
Shapes shifting in the gentle morn
Piglet and bird