Ominous strength and might,
yet silently retreating.
As you drift away,
beauty is created.
In your silent, unhurried death,
life abounds, harbored here, in your sanctuary.
Peace and strength.
Death and life.
Harmoniously bound together in this special place.
As I skate along the glassy water and carve through crystal mountains,
I whisper farewell, forever changed.
Goolds Gone Wild 