A Secret Word

when the world is quiet it gives back if you know the magic word

The word is whispers
On the breeze while first snows
Sprinkle once green grass,

Now the earth is white,
Leaves are like angel flakes
Adorned in ice robes,

The wind bares the word
Of the ice giant Jotun,
Speaking "wolf" to moon,

When the wolf howls
He causes access to stars,
Twinkling your wishes.