Up in the frozen icy peaks
Where mountains spear the sky
Where all life merely shelter seeks
And the ground is cold and dry.
Where the snow cakes, in icy embrace
And clouds pierced by razor points
The ground too cold to show its face
Ice on the patchy soil anoints.
A solitary soul, in woven white
Ekes out life in this hostile world
Where the sun glows bleak but bright
Where the snow is always swirled.
Feeding on the young shoots of grass
A rebel against the frost
In the land of this icy mountain pass
Where all strife and war is lost.
A peaceful creature, I meditate
In the bleak lands out here
About what it is that defines fate
Away from the butcher's fear.
Woolly and warm, despite the freeze
Far up on the mountain top
Free to wander, as I please
Something none can stop.
In alabaster fleece, I walk around
In the vice-grip of winter's hold
All upon the gelid ground
Serene, amongst the cold.
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