In a land where the sky was blue and the mountains were ice-capped,
where nights had no shadows but pure nightness and stillness,
I found myself here, a traveler through the world so vast and strange.
The air was clear and smooth, with birdsong that spoke of year past,
a peal of caged birds in winter's stillness, yet it filled my heart.
A song that knew time differently, where day and night were both same.
Here I stood, a poem guide so true, walking through the streets,
a city I had never heard of before, where the seasons changed but not me.
The world was so different, each moment so easy, yet a mirror I saw.
A place where my heart felt as warm as a sun in winter's embrace.
And though the night did come cold with it, I found myself here,
in this land of beauty and truth, where I could find my way through.