Rise into the sky, oh shadow with wings,                                      

Soar above the clouds to the chimney's of the Smokies.

Ride the cold winds, silent and alone:

A hushed wind that leaves a world of ice.

While the heavens are ablaze of color,

The earth is a mood of blues.

For as snow becomes winter's blanket,

Hoarfrost makes . . . winter's lace.