Chita

Wrapped in winter's freezing hands
She brings warmth in her glory
Her life lingers slowly here
In the tundra below forty

The hills of birch surround
As the moon covers her soft
The snow falls into place
Laying down to make her loft

She lays there in the forest
The forest of everlasting old
The wind beats fiercely
It's voice whispers cold

Her shadows stretch into night
Covering all in a robe of darkness
While approaching the morning dawn
She casts out the shadows' heartless

Then spring raides her lands
The sun shines down so bright
The snow dispears from around her
And brings her into a world of light

Now she dances with life
Summer's beauty is in her
But beauty only lasts so long
She'll dance until winter.