Written 8312061523

Sparkling white, smothering all.
A sterilizing snowfall.

The world is quiet;
the wind is still;
the morning is bright;
everything is right.
Nature's magic, during the night,
now ended; - I enter the chill.
Walking, running; I play in it.

The early morning is mine.
My heart feels fine.
In a virgin field
I plant my foot.
Urged forward;
feet won't resist.

Slicing through a field of white.
I am an island.
White, cold desert, stretch forever.
I'll follow you anywhere.
Turn around and follow my steps;
I'll be home before breakfast.