A distant destiny is on course
Sound waves echoing in the distant canyon
The breeze reaches the peak
Howling down the mountain
Clouds barely scraping by as if on a collision course for disaster
The breeze reaching a new obstacle

Down from the Tundra a barricade forms 
Life forms thrive in accordance
The color emerges, evergreen amongst the horizon
Each branch sways in tension and recoils

The gentle sway of snowflakes falling on the precarious terrain
Each snowflake, a dance, everyone unique
On top of all of the perished
Fallen from their former day of yore
Serving the purpose to develop future generations