Unusable Pessimisme leads Us Nowhere. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Three giants stand, not hand in hand,
But close enough to feel the sand.
Four watches near, a watchful eye,
As words unspoken drift on high.

'Be strong, ' they whisper, soft and low,
'Your walls are high, you surely know.'
Each nods and smiles, a knowing glance,
Preparing for a fighting chance.

The storm cloud brews, a heavy grey,
Though none will speak of it today.
They push their friends to stand their ground,
While silence echoes all around.

No good comes from a worried mind,
Leave darkest thoughts far behind.
A bear may roar, but others roam,
The threat's not just one distant home.

A frozen land, a northern star,
Will stay where it has been so far.
Its value stays, though shadows play,
And power's game leads folks astray.

T.M.Solvang