The sun rises over the snowy woods,
And looks into our hearts searching for good.
For those who prayed throughout the dark of night,
The sun will find a mirror for its light.

Or is the mirror that she sees the lake?
Adorned with sheets of ice and downy flake.
Reflecting beauty for the passersby,
Reflecting all the beauty of the sky.

Or does she see illusions of our lives,
And hearts grown hard and cold just like the ice.
If that is what she sees then she should know,
How joyfully we greet her warmth and glow.