It starts a slow and silent seed.
A pasture soft, the scarless skin.
Standing in the heaps, the ridges, full of Life.
Stretching it's greens, it's yellows, Oh! the supple sky.

Petal after petal, Leaf after leaf.
Song after song, Dream after dream.
The land loses it's greens, the trees lose their tweets,
and whiteness comes, frozen, her skin.

Suddenly all is replaced, all is buried,
all is white, and all is heavy,
The heart is breathless, cold and weary.
The crackling fire does little to mend this.

But slowly, definitely, it all starts to melt,
At the first rays of the new season, this White is shed
In new birth of seeds, in new birth of dreams,
After snowflakes, the heart is healed.