• The starlight falls, in silver shawls
    on the dark land cold and hard.
    The eagle's cry, from up on high
    echoes in canyons deep.

    The moon's bright shine, it's light divine
    reflects off seas so large and blue.
    The wind's soft blow, flurried with snow
    through pine trees tall and grim.

    The mountain's shadow, upon the meadow
    with flowers many-hued.
    On mountains steep, the snow falls deep
    blanketing in frosty cold.

    Spring comes again, in plain and fen
    to wash away the bitter snow.
    Her spirit soars, as the rain pours
    for Nature' s sorrows gone.