She is dressed to survive
In a world of all deprived
The wind blows cold
As she keeps her hold
Ahead she sets her sight
Discerning what is right


A land of ice and snow is the circumstance
Conferring with the wild gives her substance
She had no place in her kind but nature
Ordaining a life of solitary nurture
The snow, the trees, and the mountains embellish
A family of pines housed her dawn of relish