The dancing crystals in the sky
soar and tumble, swirl and glide
into the thick and frigid air
that pierces those without a care
for in this wintry wonderland
comes a warning, in its storming
that we be frail and feeble souls
that whither in its icy cold -

The hushed night gives us true sight
just as the flakes, our souls take flight
sometimes tumbling out of control
sometimes settled in icy folds -
Until the spring comes once again
to melt away all memory
and give us sight that we can see
that always changing, we must be