The snow falls gently,
then to melt,
candles on the alters felt.
Every moment of their burning,
for a reason,
never yearning.
Burning brightly till their end,
then to fade,
the light they send.
In the darkness
stillness brings,
her voice to me,
and how she sings.
She singing bout the Sun and Stars
how our souls have traveled far.
Passed the Moon,
the Milky Way,
she says we will return someday.
Singing songs that show the way.