I walk to my court of words
Through the woods i hear whispering birds,
And when i settle at the feet,
of an ash his twisted branches discrete,
And through the wood its resonating voice called,
You seek wisdom i recall?
And with the tip of my head its voice again,
Child what is your trouble and how may i assist,
Then his words leaked like honey hissing,
and through the woods came an awful chill,

Falling to the ground as I dance,
Delicately covering the earth,
Lacing in our hearts a dance of ice,
cold crystals form on our still shapes,
Falling to the ground soft like wool,
Dancing our dance of snow till we die,

Falling to the ground as i sing,
A melody much like me,
Fragile and broken to the slightest,
Of warmth to graze its surface,
Cursed to sing my song forevermore,
Singing our song of snow till we die