Amid Yotei’s quiet slopes, the forest holds the mind,
Beyond the world’s clamor, calm and clarity we find.

White birches stand as neighbors, cradled by the quiet vale,
In enduring beauty’s hush, wabi-sabi tales prevail.

Through winding stone paths, step slow and softly tread,
Ancient temples near, a thousand years gently spread.

Soothing hot springs cleanse, the body and soul restore,
In meals and quiet moments, peace returns once more.

The bounty of Hokkaido, a new expression of Japanese cuisine,
Robata fire meets the winter snow, wrapping the space in a warm glow.