Oh Sadie my lady, how the white forest glees when you appear.
As if given direct orders,
the instinctive spectators flee from their nests and quarters to partake in the forest’s evening chorus.  
So disembodied from fear you eloquently skate on an icy, cold mirror.
You ignite the darkened skies, soften the hardest eyes, quiet the baby's cries, awake what lies beneath the surface.
Oh Sadie my lady, I feel your warmth coming near.
Oh Sadie my lady, would you skate for me, my dear?