Mountaintops peek out from a sea of ice
Hoping to survive from its greedy bite,
Knowing time will enact the ice’s price.
They know they cannot win against this fight,
So they will still stand while they are able
Before the slow advance breaks them apart,
Leaving behind a pile of peeble
Flowing down where the ocean will start.
It is here the mountain becomes the sand
And the glacier turns into the water
Reuniting upon a distant land
That neither of them had thought to charter.
Will they ever return to that first sea
That is dying because of you and me?
John Collings 