A light dust of snow, far from last late frost.
Soft bright rays beam down, fairylight not lost.
Shine upon my maid, Youth is yet her friend.
Sleeps she ‘neath branches, sweet dreams yet to send.
To laugh and still dream, through hardship and strife,
’tis but her choice course, through trials of life.
Just as the blossom comes after the rain,
so does the smile just after the pain.
Such is the pathway through darkness to bright,
bring oh thou sunshine, bring joy and bring light!
Bring spirit and spark, bring lilac’s clean scent.
Revitalize Hope, her dear chorus rent;
Troll bells of mercy, forgiveness its due.
Do always remember, to ever press through.
Fear not, my maiden, there is yet a plan.
For now just delight, and day dream ’til then.