Weary are we, of the long bitter nights

Tired, dormant souls, beneath blankets

Hidden from the winter wrapped world

Dream we, of fragrant forest vales

Silent, like  cocooned caterpillars

Painfully, ensconced within a swaddle

We wait for a chance to change

Dream we, of fragrant forest vales

Quietly growing toward the sky

Dawn, dressed in warm white linen

Releases the softly rising sun,

Dream we, of fragrant forest vales

Down winds the human clock

Rise we, from the cold dark sleep

Resurrected, timeless, changed

Feasting ever, in a fragrant forest vale