Snow Glowing ash illuminates the naked branches of the trees Flowers float like ghosts unharmed in the middle of the stream The stale taste of smoke still permeates the air But embers have yet to touch this earth That both on which our homes both share As the owl feather falls despite the wind The comfort of its flight helps me to understand The reasons the time in which were in It blows away the shrouds And the ashes fall like snow We painted on your daughters Face with the mud the rain had made Then we all began to play make believe and left the bills unpaid As the owl feather falls despite the wind The comfort of its flight helps me to understand The reasons the time in which were in It blows away the shrouds And the ashes fall like snow