No silence like beauty in the alpine

Snowshoe edges slap in four four time

Below these banks, streams push boundaries

A pale sky promises more light tomorrow

This day is explored with slowed heartbeat

I surrender to forest tranquility

And you appear, Wisakedjak

Smoky gray ghost gliding on soft wings

To sing to me your whisper song

Lull me with your sweet corvid lullaby

Steal morning’s rations from my mitten grip🪶