Do not know which way to go,

trudging through the fluffy snow,

wind whistling in the bare-branched trees,

no more buzzing of the bees,

singing in the pitch black night,

watching birds in their soaring flight,

fingers and toes freezing cold,

fear and cowardness bravely sold,

let the calm patiently sink in,

think of going home to loving kin,

the moon shining bright,

on this Winter Night...