The icy woodland cradles unknown tales,
Of the woman of the earth.
Where man is no longer surrounded
By objects of his greed.

Deep within the glazed leaves,
An erasure of material compulsion
Drifts with the sailing wind -
Wants are dissolved and freed.

Expulsion from man's apparatus of power
And immersion in this alternative story
Where harmony lies with her great presence
Indeed is what we need.