The stark whiteness of the earth surprised me. The path, alluring; among the birches of the North.
I find myself lost in the frosty, crisp air. I see now; everything is so clear. What hints of love before, multiplied tenfold. This is how I want to live.
The life of the trails, shown only to those who use them. Walking amid the dormant trees of winter, I grow lost in the allurement of it all.
Traveling on the wind, joy is brought throughout. Amassed in piles, accumulated on evergreens, nestling its way on your path.
Winter has brought change to this world; no more are the commanding reds and oranges of fall; instead we face the brisk whiteness of felicity.
Ever does my mind lie resting, among the groves of birch-colored white. Yearning, for a solitude of a longed for companionship among the trees of the North.