Kurki

He sat and watched how a single sparkle flew and vanished into the thick night.
It made a crackling sound when it appeared,
but none when it died.

 Looking back now he knew

– the forests stand no taller across the seas

and the scent of the berries is no sweeter.

He would always keep getting back to Pohjola,

following the star trails.

and The moon would glow from his grey bristles.

when it would be his time to go

he, too, could vanish into the night.