ThePoemofSnow
Aretheysnow,thosewhiteelvisfloatinginwinter?
Ilookatthedeepfootprintsonthesonwyground
Whichdream-seekerhasdancedhereinsuchanearlymorning?
Thesnowupontreesisstillsocrystal
Somearenaughty,dancingwithtousyfeathers
Theentireworldseemstobequiet
Theonlysoundoccasionallyismyownfootstep
Holdingtheniveoussnowinbothhands
Iwouldliketoholdthewholewinterinmyhands
Andputitinmyheart
Likeforever
Openthemessydoorofmyheart
Letinthepurenessandsnowywhite
MaybeI‘llharvestsomehappynessandpeace