Gallivanting through Darkness

Up and o'er the hill,
adventuring 'til we've had our fill,
further and further away we go.
In our hasty march,we come upon snow,
Falling fancifully 'round us.
Lost we are but hopeless, no.
To and fro, to and fro,
From tree to tree,
we attempt to see,
any sign, any clue,
to our location true.

We are gallivanting through the darkness,
pioneers of a new era,
where we go, we may not know,
but we shall go nonetheless.
Like Louis and Clark of yore,
we have been tempted by the golden door,
of the frontier, of adventure.
Won't you join us?
Won't you, please?