The search for eternity is in the frosty snow of the wilderness. Let the dark caverns follow you in the deep emerging shadows. Let the blue shapes of nature merge your understanding with the clarity of the city. The city is ancient; everything within the city is ancient. It sweeps itself with wide arches that reach up to heaven, touching the clouds of white in the perfect pitch of silence. Let the blue wind fall and let it ever guide you. The trees are touching up against the sky with the bright warmth of love. Oh, if I ever were to find a place to rest it would be here.