In the dead of winter
The fox rests in his den
Waiting for the world to bloom again.
Even though he’s hidden away
And the world appears barren
Earth’s inner embers illuminate with joy
At his existence.
In the dead of winter
The fox rests in his den
Waiting for the world to bloom again.
Even though he’s hidden away
And the world appears barren
Earth’s inner embers illuminate with joy
At his existence.
