Firewood

Winter
 Has not yet come
 But it's not afar
 As I approach
 My fireplace
 Wary
 This is a sanctuary and a hideaway
 I light a flame and end the day
 And something comes alive, it's burning, turning into fire
 Shows me a wonder under the November sky
 I stare and stare and dare not speak a word or whisper
 I might scare it away by the smallest sound
 Tonight
 I don't need much for a serene mood
 A hatchet
 And some firewood
 And something comes alive, it's burning, turning into fire
 Shows me a wonder under the November sky
 I'm not alone
 There just happens to be no-one here
 Where the stars are near and air is clear
 Crystals of water are frozen into ice
 Where your eyes don't meet the city lights