Where the winter lies upon the land,
may the whiteness reflect the sunlight,
and the freshness of a new blank,
and empty plan,
for wherever the footsteps they may lead,
may they take us upon the right path,
and find us meandering in wonder and awe,
as the snowflakes fall,
for from the bitter wind to the sound of music,
and of the animal’s call,
so full of rejoicing are we,
for alighting in bitterness,
so does the snowflake regale the Earth with its presence,
and of them all, they lay amidst the great,
the tiny, the large and the small,
for such is the beauty in one snowflake,
that to gaze upon it is a wonder whereupon it is installed,
for in inspiration,
and such as the pattern,
so, does it come, in no particular way,
and in no hurry at all,
for there can be no other yet, but for the day and the night,
such is the astonishing beauty of it,
for no lighter than a feather,
it does float through the air,
and upon such grey, grey skies it does fall,
and with no sound yet,
there lays such a beauty in the eye,
and of it so gentle and radiant,
and complex and magical,
and so, touched with splendour,
beauteous is the night, and the heavens so filled with stars,
whereupon we wonder of the light, and the planets,
and we wish we could travel up to them,
and above them all,
for no second is wasted,
or any minute or hour and no plan made,
with just the beauty of the light so slender,
so inspiring and full,
and whatever the changes of the weather,
and whether we can see clearly now,
what are they to thee,
those, oh, so clear blue skies,
with the fluffy clouds that float above,
everything is they to me,
those clouds that bring us the water of life,
and as we stand upon the Earth,
we are one with it,
and it with us, and so,
because of water,
we are alive in our human forms,
we the billions,
we the individuals,
and one and all.