The holly stands,
still as a candle;
Lights the winter dark with roses.
A still white cloud hangs over
Its mirror flashes low sun
A cat stands,puzzled paw held up;
God’s marionette.
A worm surfaces
Do they have eyes?
Bless my soul
The holly stands,
still as a candle;
Lights the winter dark with roses.
A still white cloud hangs over
Its mirror flashes low sun
A cat stands,puzzled paw held up;
God’s marionette.
A worm surfaces
Do they have eyes?
Bless my soul