Sovereigns of a stark forbidding empire.
Arms spread wide, inviting peace.
Heads held high, chuckling apologies
as we shuffle through the crowd.
We gather in our frozen fields,
hundreds arrayed in formal attire.

“Self-discipline and sacrifice
are the keys to our kingdom.
Without them, we could never
bring forth a new generation
to cherish, and pass on our Wisdom.
Our fathers
endured every hardship.
Fasting throughout their vigil,
diligently attending our arrival.
Our mothers
deftly sliding
from one world to another,
eluding fierce adversaries
as they seek to provide
for our survival.

We shelter in the warmth
of each others lives.
Taking turns;
first protector
then protected,
as Winter’s winds
cut like knives.

By turns awkward and agile,
Confidently skimming across the snow and
diving deep into the Mother’s
frosty heart-waters;
We sacrifice to evolve,
hearts beating in harmony to need,
through days of endless darkness
simmering twilight or relentless light.
Coherently dreaming legions
of sons and daughters."

Each singing poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; a star, stone, plant, animal, element etc that holds lessons of Wisdom for those who take the time to listen. This is a brand new poem. Can anyone guess who is singing?