“Little brook in the woods, you’ve been lost in the snow,

Your face does not sparkle, an ice beard you grow.

Deep under white, your sweet grace will bring

By the roots of the twin tree, you’re dreaming of spring."

"Little brook in the woods, among the pines you flow,

A race toward the sunlight, to the ocean you go.

The little leaf boat you carry windward with your dance,

To join the vast seascape with happy dreams of chance.”