The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter 297

<p>The wait. &nbsp;So much forecasted. &nbsp;Days are now only hours away. &nbsp;The predicted first snow and ice of the winter season. &nbsp;No owls are hooting. &nbsp;Not falcons screeching. &nbsp;Not even a deer to be seen. &nbsp;The wait. &nbsp;More is moving through my head then leaves on a tree. &nbsp;Do the trees feel the sting of the 40 degree day? &nbsp;Where are the bouncy squirrels? &nbsp;All must be stuck in the same thought. &nbsp;If I close my eyes will the approaching bad weather go away? &nbsp;I've seen this forest in snowflake white. &nbsp;I've fallen witness to it being crystalized. &nbsp;That's where everyone is. &nbsp;They're in rehearsal! &nbsp;You can't suddenly hit the stage expecting to create wow! &nbsp;The wait. &nbsp;How can I help or participate? &nbsp;</p> --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/arroe-collins/message