To see valleys and stars,
Within the bright indigo sky.
To feel the cold and ice,
Within the white snowy bed.

Step forward and listen,
To a deadly silent winter's night.
Listen to the rhythm of the sight,
The wind whistling from the heights.

Ice flecks freeze you,
But your body temperature heats you.
The heart feels many sensations,
Yet balance remains a foundation.

Don't you see that I'm freezing?
Becoming the ice in your heart.