Whispers of Ice
A cold wilderness with a fight to survive
Whispers of Ice
The wind howls through the barren trees,
A ghostly breath on frozen seas.
The earth is locked in winter’s hold,
A silent world so harsh and cold.
The snowdrifts rise, a shifting tide,
No gentle warmth, no place to hide.
Yet life endures, in tooth and claw,
A battle fought with nature’s law.
The hunter prowls with steady grace,
Ice-blue eyes in a frozen space.
Silent steps through endless white,
A dance of hunger, need, and might.
Beneath the frost, the roots still dream,
Waiting for the thawing stream.
For even in this bitter land,
Survival walks with fate in hand.
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