Blessed be the days gone by, the hallowed trees of old
The copper fox, the silver fish, the sunsets made of gold.
I have a life now, sad but true, but long for winter's cold...
To see new things, and admire them, stories not yet told
To find the joy, amidst the snow, which falls by sheet and fold,
But one day, the new dawn comes, and I'm back to summer gold.