Open field, shining snow
Crimson shadow, earthen flow
Brightest jailer, oaken bars
Things beneath lurk never far

Dry leaves flutter, wind will dance
Trees can whisper, sturdy trance
Rasp of winter, grind of time
Come spring again it won't be mine

A moment lost, an old piece found
Of turning spokes, or new tilled ground
Squander fire, bury breath
Contentment leads to growing's death

Connections bind, some grow heavy
Links to give, not to levy
Shatter strife, embrace yourself
Inner worth is priceless wealth