Where Winter's blanket meets the deep midnight sky,

There you can see the White Mare fly.

Beneath the moonlight silver and clear,

True magic at this time of year.

Her mane and tail are streaming out

As She speeds sure footed, never a doubt.

A stream of light follows Her passage

Bringing the joy of Her wonderful message.

Life is for living as hard as you can,

To enjoy every moment, that should be your plan.

The beauty of Winter, as lovely as Fall,

As Spring and as Summer, Her Love made them all.

The White Mare paused, looked me straight in the eye,

Her beauty and wisdom it made my soul cry.

Then She wheeled and She started once more to fly

Where Winter's blanket meets the deep midnight sky.