Through the falling snow
she gracefully flies.
A sight not to be seen
by awoken eyes.
Every time when asleep,
I chase her through landscapes.
I still can hear her wings clap
and keep running even if awake.
There is no telling how I yearn
to fly with this wintery bird.
She would sit next to me
and eat from my hand.
Together we would glide
through the desert land.
