Do you know where the snow is kept?
Or why the antelopes leapt?
Do you know what the little pebbles dream?
As they slumber in the cold stream?

Do you know where the snow is kept?
Or where the wind-borne seed slept?
Do you know what stories the wind tells the leaves?
Or the fantasies the branches weave?

Do you know where the snow is kept?
Or why the willow wept?
Do you know why ants fall in line?
Or how the rooster keeps time?

Do you know where the snow is kept?
Or where the eagle’s nest rest?
Do you know the adventures of the little brook?
Or how the ends of dark tunnels really look?

Do you know where the snow is kept?
And why must each one of us attempt?

To seek the wisdom of an Infinite
To find the truth of a knowledge without depth

To unearth the answer of a secret
A secret of where the snow is kept…