Walk with me to foreign lands
Release the cold and take my hand
Let healing breaths of warmth be dealt
To entice the brilliant crystals’ melt.
For beneath an icy cold pretense
Flow crystal pools of eloquence.
Talk with me in words of truth
Relive the passion of your youth
Let whispered sounds of soothing rain
Erase the fear and ease the pain.
Protective trees that shelter you
Drip glistening drops of morning dew.