It is a wonder, it is my place.
The ice covering the lake mirrors the sunbeams, projecting a golden light back into the sky.
Infinite small waves capture the surface of the water, creating a rainbow of scales.

It is a wonder, it is my place.
No living creatures, not a sound disrupts the beauty of this sight. The snow is the only guest, covering the spring grass with majesty and delight.

It is a wonder, it is my place.
The dull sound created by the Winter echoes its sweet, low melody far away into the horizon.
Yew and fir trees converse, while their breath forms clouds which hasten to meet the others already settled in the sky.

It is a wonder, it is my place.
This spectacle resembles a mirage, unreal and magic.
The cold air is freezing my nose while my hands dig into the warmth of my coat’s woollen pockets.

It is a wonder, it is my place.
While everyone else rejoices Spring and Summer, I, my beloved Winter, await your return.
Your dolce colours soothe my soul and your unfriendly ways makes me laugh.

It is a wonder, it is my place.
Melodic, minor melodies emanate from your enchanted voice.
And when you let flakes fall from your white coat I feel joy comforting my day.