Winter is the enemy against a stranger in the woods
A blizzard storm had rose and the man in the cloak shook
In this raging night, the snow was falling because it could
The man stood still searching for a sanctuary, but it was hard to look.
The Night has come to this, will this man find what he seeks
All he heard were hoos of owls nestled in the tree
Will he go on like this? His journey and his hope is bleak
If he were the owl, he wouldn’t feel cold, he felt his feet throbbing, he
would fly in glee.
When the last night comes, we are stuck in this blizzard
For we to battle our envious desire
The end was never heard
But we should never feel we are higher.