Today's snow covers yesterdays tracks.
Success or failure, triumph or wreck.
The waning moon shall later wax.
Time continues her endless trek.
We who follow or go ahead
make war and peace, then rest and sigh.
We have no time to bury the dead,
the undertakers too shall die.
Yet over all still shines the sun,
turning ice to glorious jewel,
and all the ventures we’ve begun
shall end in love and never be cruel.
The snow has covered the tracks of old
and made a wonderland from dross.
My heart is warm, be it ever so cold.
My treasure is greater than any loss.