A cold wind blows,
Mountains conceal the beast,
He rises obscuring the sun,
Clouds rolling in fear before him,
Birds take silent shelter,
Nature holds her breath,
As silence enfolds our hearts,
Till the sky is split by fire,
The heavens rumble to the ground,
Ice rains from a cold heart,
As the wind becomes a lion’s roar,
And life pours forth from the sky,
Waters awakening the seeds below,
To stretch forth green greetings,
Ready for the rays of the sun.
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