Goldenlight eternal reflected on ice-capped waters,
Summer bright paradise of cold heat.
Heavenly white’s prints of polar bear feet,
Black as a reminder of a plight that really matters.
At the slow tip-tap of a ceaseless drummer,
Icy tears drop into an Arctic sea
Making the Hyperborean’s dream a plea:
“If our crust melts, what will be of our unfading summer?”