• I stand among crystal forest,
    A forest of beauty bright,
    A gateway to crystal waves.
    From its blackest depths,
    To its brightest tree
    Light majestically moves across its frozen branches.
    But woe is me, woe is me,
    For I am the one graced its presents
    Others only see the hurt it has brought upon us.
    But woe is thee, woe is thee
    For the light that dances among the majestic branches
    Cuts the crystal trees piece, from shimmering piece.
    Soon the light cuts apart the shimmering forest,
    To reveal the buds of life underneath, the crystalline beauty,
    As the crystal trees to a spring forest.