On the path. Snow crunching underfoot. My steps beat a rhythm as I walk. An ancient chant comes to my lips from some long past time. HUM, AH, UM, HA, OM, AH, HUM. Pine Tree sends her gift. Sweet fragrance in the air. Tall Grass whispers harmony to Wind's blowing. Oak Tree rattles his leaves in perfect time. Walking, chanting, drumming, being, we are one. We sing Earth's song. It's a sunny day. It feels so good.