spring , summer , fall , winter : each season bringing its own glorious beauty to the land , and stillbird lost herself in their ebb and flow , walking night and day to find the earliest buds of color in the late march breezes that came warm from a far off sea , before winters last brilliant blaze of ice and snow , and then finding the remnants of wet weather springs that dried up almost , but not quite , in the mid-summer , where she would steal a secret coolness from the entrance to vast caverns beneath their home , where puddled a few drops of sacred silver water .