Follow footprints left in pure, unsoiled snow
in a distant sky, tomorrow lies with a golden glow
As a weary wandering traveler, I will with chill decree
As the tall trees shivered in their shadows black and green
Weathering the winter cold, remain so stark, alone and free
The peace we seek, assaying flight from dark and bone-cold times
An ill sought piece of fleeting shadow light, a lark among the pines