Polar

On the rim of the world where ice and silence meet,
A lone polar bear prowls the frozen sheet,
Its white coat a whisper against the endless white,
Guarding secrets of the Arctic night.

The aurora drapes her curtains of green and gold,
Painting the snow with stories brave and bold,
While the wind sings low, a hymn of ancient cold,
Echoing the pulse of the planet’s pole.

Beyond the ice, the magnetic heart beats slow,
Drawing compass needles to and fro,
A silent force that guides the wandering seas,
Binding north and south in quiet ease.

So let us tread lightly on this crystal realm,
Respect the chill, the wonder, the overwhelm,
For in the polar hush we find our own—
A mirror of the world, both fierce and lone.