The prairie sleeps the skies weigh low

Her tales on horseback fade like smoke

Pure as a star her dreams take flight

Yet vanish fast into the night

The wind that brushes her gentle gaze

Holds silent answers to her days

To travel the world to teach the young

Or to escape what fate has sung

In the snow who hears the call

The songs grow faint the stars withdraw

Her tears fall quiet but softly flow

To warm the frozen earth below

Life is fleeting a fragile flame

Etched with sorrow joy and pain

Her fathers shadow fades away

Her mother rests where cold winds stay

An aging hand soothes her brothers fears:

The storms will break the skies turn clear

Your sister rides to lands untold

Where dreams are spun from threads of gold

In the snow who hears the call

Time cuts deep and past dreams fall

Who says pain is a thorny trail

Its the earths question to the veil

The scars she bore the storm she braved

Left marks on hearts not just her grave

Her journeys end a fleeting sigh

Becomes the wind beneath the sky

In the snow she hears the song

A voice that carries her along

Beneath the heavens she plants a seed

To bloom where others find their need

She never left she lives in air

In every song she lingers there

In the snow who hears the call

Her gentle laughter moves through all