What beauty is seen through the mist of white snow,
The depths of Antarctica, where no one will go.
The biting wind will freeze thoughts from your mind,
And the deathless cold will leave you behind.
The elegance of animals that lie deep within
This barren island where new life can begin.
But life that lay low years before mine,
May show out to others and soon it may shine.
At night however all life has died down
The wind that was raging is going to drown.
The stars so calm appear life's only light,
And next is the sunrise, the only delight.
Now that its morning the beauty shows,
And as the sun rises, Antarctica glows;
And as I leave this beautiful land,
The life beyond me starts to expand.
Posted by Tim Fright on July 9, 2007 9:08 AM