Winter forges pure the metal it works
With frost fires, snowy blasts, tongs of ice.
It works the land and people of the stark
Steppes into a great and a noble race.
Their heart-heat beats, their frigid hammers ring
The beauty of their work lies in their strength,
Both their character and spirit do bring
Courage and conviction to run their length.
A flower from the frost crystal's blooming
Has blossomed to full beauty in the snow
And now transplanted to our verdant green,
It blooms once more, its love of life to show.
The snow bloom and Madrone now embraced,
The tree made stronger by this flower's grace.