As I stare outside
At a snowy world,
I see an assembly
Of stone people.
With frostbitten hearts
They communicate in drifts
Blowing bitter snowflakes
And cold pardon-me's.
Noon
The sun people come forth.
A battle begins.
The blanket of snow melts
Revealing a struggle against yet harder stone
The stone people never give up
They point their icy wand of
Rejection-blocking out
Sunset
The sun people are sunk
The stone ones have won.
Left to project at themselves
They shout of fortune and gain
Standing so proud
In their snowy environment
Their eyes feast upon much
Their hearts yet of stone
Existing
--- 1976 Word Nerd
