ICY LOOKS LIKE THE WORLD

Icy looks like the world,

Frozen,
And more or less blazoned.
Watching the splashing snow,
that comes off the skis,
As they glide from the high mountains,
I feel,
As tsunami of white powder has touched the trees.
As man puts force on the snow, 
They shatter all around.
Isn't it strange?
I trow.
High off the mountains,
The sun shines,
whose smile is most divine.
The snowfall puts me on pause,
Evokes me, 
To discover wonders on a journey,
For nature to act as an attorney.
I want to capture the moment when mountains meet the sky,
Maybe they unlock the mysteries of universe,
Yes, they can, as,
For them no laws apply.
The golden eagle,
The Eurasian dotteral,
Fly in the highest boughs,
Even if the trees don't allow.
Above the snow line,
Almost flora dies,
But mosses and lichens stay alive.
Here comes the spolier,
Humanity seems to resemble that white powder,
At rest,
Without any movement,
Exists but not in the right way.
Icy looks like the world,
Frozen,
And more or less blazoned
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