The world is frozen, trapped in ice
The moon has lost her wits
A star falls, a glimmer of light
In the midst of darkness, it flits
The farmers sweat, turning in their sleep
Like oxen on spits, they rest
But the world outside is still and cold
A mammoth of ice, frozen and possessed
But in the depths of the ocean
The cod swims freely, a key in a purse
And the trout chuckles in its hole
A sleeper in the depths, immersed
The deer roam the bare-blown hills
Their smiles like nurses, comforting and kind
And the flies, hidden behind the plaster
A lost score of a jig, they remind
The world may be frozen, trapped in time
But life still flows, in its own pace
And as the night tightens its grip
There\'s still beauty in this frozen place. (\"Frozen Beauty\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.