The Firmament’s Whisper Through Pines

Beneath a sky of frozen fire The forest breathes in ancient tongues A silver hush on needled spires Where silent oaths remain unsung [Instrumental I] Roots entwined in astral will Drawn by tides no eye can see Shadows bend and time stands still Bound to lunar sovereignty In orbit vast, yet ever near The heavens carve their path below Through frost and dark, their signs appear In every seed the wilds bestow The firmament whispers through the pines In air and wind its will aligns A breath of stars, a hidden hand That shapes the soul of sea and land [Instrumental II] Constellations etched in bark In rings of age, in veins of stone Guiding life through endless dark A law eternal, cold, alone Hear the sky in silence speak Through frozen ground and ancient streams In every crest, in every peak Resides the echo of its dreams Rise and fall, the cosmic sway In night’s embrace, in dawning fire All that lives shall drift and stray To the call of star-born choir The firmament whispers through the pines In air and wind its will aligns A breath of stars, a hidden hand That shapes the soul of sea and land And when the sky falls still at last Its voice remains in root and stone A timeless hymn from ages past In every leaf, it is known [Instrumental III]