The cold chilly gusts
Of wind roar
Like an ice blower
Enter deep into the bones
And cause a shivering chill
On the top of the hill
Stands a statue
Alone covered with snow
Head bowed low
As if accepting the untamed
Power of Nature
Now the heavy snowfall
Has completely hid
The presence of the statue
Telling that
Nature’s furious state
Can destroy anything
Which measure
Applies here
To avoid the statue
From the snowy blue
Man thinks
Yet he cannot reach
Beyond Nature’s laws
He finally has to bow
Like the statue
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