Poetry of Pines

Oh I hear the whisper of the wind blowing through the pines

Stirring up a sharp green like pens that ache to write a line

Sheltering the still life puts distance between paradise and I

But ill always find the time for the poetry of pines

Canvases need nothing when beauty naturally comes to life

Broken things are covered from violence and dangerous eyes

They say silence is a killer but no one ever seems to take the time

But Ill always find the time for the poetry of pines

Yeah Ill always find the time for the poetry of pines

The poetry of pines dances through the woods

Can heal a heart from two like romance never could

Although men have often tried to dull the poetry of pines

I'll always find the time for the poetry of pines

Yeah ill always find the time for the poetry of pines