Standing waist high in snow,

what brought me here I do not know.

Sky is filled with starry scenes

of heroes and their greatest deeds.

Satellites move across the sky,

and every year they multiply.

Father bear is sound asleep

and will be so for several weeks.





Across the plain I see a figure,

every instant growing bigger.

Instinct tells me to run away

while faith proposes that I wave.

He approaches to a rod.

I whisper up a prayer to God.

The stranger asks me with a grin,