Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced...

No, it's enough I've stood !
It's time, high time to take flight
Into my northern wood,
Back to its green delight !
Simply to breath---
To feast my sight !
In this time.

I'll rise with the dawn's first glow
And out in the chill I'll go.
While here, there is nothing, no !
No spring,
No burrow,
No lair,
Not a trace of anything live,
Anywhere !
No, to much stress for this time...

People changed in their hearts,
Changed all the human behaviour.
This Christmas stress is out of another world.
Remember our dreams, are so precious,
To all of us...

Hope for the best and
Prepare for the worse.