The Lyrics From Billys Forest Chapter 279

The forest is cool this new sun. A chill I know and love all too well. The shifting of a season. God's about to grab his paint brushes and ignite the Carolina sky. With so much change in the atmosphere so shall the people but without the bright beautiful colorful leaves once green. No Fall can be predicted nor is it perfectly laid out for fans to purchase a front row seat. Since March of 2020 the new normal has barely lasted the season of a leaf. It's as if we keep living the same day over and over again. I look deeply into this forest for a simple answer. It speaks with no voice only grace.