When blades of ice sliced
The hearts of those my soul sang for,
I buried my destiny in the snow.
As the days became longer and warmer,
My song began to emerge
From under the melting snow.
As birds quieted by the cold began
To open the eyes of morning
With their songs, I remembered
My destiny to join in their healing chorus.
I sing, until my whole life
Is the sweet song of actualization.