Free droplets descending from icicle lashes
Sweet dew spreading through delicate pastures
Chatoyant glimmers across once-dull plains
A fresh sun to diminish Winter's death-pains
Hurt leaves as do the sharp ice splinters
Let your heart thaw like that of the grass as it limbers
Alter your thoughts from dark to light
Find the stars in the never-ending night
As sure as you are bound to find pain again
It is advisable to strike a bright flame
For as long as you keep up thy dropping chin
You will find your voice in the din
