When I can see the beauty that touches the wind, I can hear echoes of the past. I feel the seasons as colorful flowers that crossing rivers of blue waters. Before the snowfall covers the landscape where wildlife stays strong over the winter. I can see, A white wolf walking softly in the cold winter snow that sparkling from the dark night, that meets the mountains view. I can see the trail of life like stars in the sky, wherein the sun touches the night with the moonlight shine meets the day, slowly caresses the land voices of the wind that whispers gracefully.I can see.