Intro

(Soft acoustic guitar, gentle piano)

Just a shadow on the fence line…

The wind’s been talking all night long.

Verse 1

A birch stands by the old fence line,

Shivering, not making a sound.

As if it’s waiting for someone to come

Who’ll keep the storm from spinning round.

The wind is mean, it bends the crown,

Spits the rain and moans inside the eaves.

But still the tree holds on, somehow,

Trusting the quiet, trusting what it believes.

Pre‑Chorus

I don’t need words to tell the tale,

The way the branches lean and stay—

It’s like a quiet signal sent

Across the years, across the day.