Winter
Feed The Birds (Tuppence A Bag) - The Disney String Quartet
"Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile."
if the dreaming spires of my hometown
could share their stories with the sky
what parts would they tell to the clouds
which kiss their 1,000 year old lips
as they pass on by?
would they talk of gods and glory?
would they mention you and i?