Snowlight lead the way
On this path I know so well by day.
Finding night where it ends
Soft crunch meet my oldest friends.
The sun just starting to rise
Through cloudy sky
As I slowly open my eye
To all that is and all I prize
It is all around me here,
These things that I fear.
I go to confront them there.
So I make my way
Before the light of day
And if I stay very still
I hear the trill
The first birdsong
Telling me I belong
To this wood
That have stood
The test of time
I find my rhyme
In my wandering feet
Slow my heart beat
In the stillness there
If I listen I will hear
The first note
of what I wrote
a song from long ago.
greeting me as I return home.
My Piano Needs to be Tuned 
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