find me in the fields of spring,
russet hair streaming
through warm breezes - the fresh
scent of spring rain wafting
about the grassy plains

and when i see you, i'll smile,
offering you a promising grin -
taking off at full speed

if you're up to the challenge,
race me if you dare -
deep into the recesses of winter's
heart, for i've shown you the path...

you have only to find the door

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Chakros, in the year 120 MA.