Thinking deeply after dark,
Wondering when I will hear the owl
Call quietly into the night.

Cold winter's grip holds so tight.
Snow showers down from arctic breeze.
And chills the soul among the trees.

Silence reigns here in the deep,
Hours pass without a sound
To give away the life force here.

Then achingly soulful, deep and round,
The howling of the wolves from far north,
Waft down this lonely valley wall.

Peace of night shattered now,
Nature's children give voice,
To lonely coldness of this frozen land.