The treehouse is dreaming of a flight of spring
And yet the winter, just around the corner,
Is still embracing this land with its white wing;
Daylights and twilights are becoming warmer.
The storyteller is hidden in plain sight,
The snow is having coffee with the sunlight,
We have invited a princess and a knight -
Tonight we have the interseasonal rite.
Two unicorns are reading the news on the porch
Atlantis is rising from a mythical sea
A chanting druid unveils the essence of Ki
February is passing along the sacred torch.
