The snow it falls again.
A blanket that covers the truth.
First, light and soft
Layered gently above our books.
Tomorrow, turn once again to ice.
We slip across the warmth of the Earth.
Will you grow slowly by my side or in the sun?
When your flowers open,
they will quickly close and grow fruit.
Will the raccoon snatch you for his den?
Quickly fall where you are.
My king of the sky.
Why do you choose the dark nights to brighten our home?
And, are you truly just?
The one who cannot live amongst the clouds.
Give your power to the sun.
Welcome the day.