Coming softly, lightly down

Shivering, shaking all around

The snow has fallen, white and light

Fallen in the dead of night

She looks up, her light no longer brightly

As her domain was warm and sprightly

Verdant and green with crimson wings

Happy indeed are seasons summer and spring

Now they have come, crisping the air

The imps of the cold, their frosty eyes stare

Freezing her blood, her growth, her time

Speaking not a word, simply acting a mime

The Treeolls are changed, growing colder

Coming out of their caves, being much bolder

She slinks and fades, floating to the south

Away from their questing hands and mouths

Seeking to bring everything to winter

Not caring that touch would cause her to splinter

The Treeolls of cold are not good friends,

Simply agents of snow, bringing the year to the end

In D'nalreven one always finds one’s true self

Whether Treeoll, Grumpkin, Animal or Elf

Wanderers find their way quickly or at last

Often forgetting the wounds of the past

The harshness of winter is not a bad thing

For time always winds its way back to the spring

Those who are cold-blooded need their time on display

Whilst the warm and the meek bide their time till May

Whether lost or confused, the new and the old

Each denizen of D'nalreven live in ages of gold

Knowing their time and purpose, never confused

Welcoming all who would enter, none are refused.

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Highly unedited, I'm sorry to say.

I think this is going to advance barush since it was her elf that started it in my mind.