In land of frost and ice, the auroras gleam,
Polar bears roam to their ice-bound dream.
Through snow-kissed vastness, fierce and free,
Guided by a spirit from the sea.
On glaciers white, their kingdom stood,
Where ice was home, their livelihood.
They raise their cubs on the thinning ice
Whispers of doom, calamity does entice
The frozen realms began to thaw
Their world adrift, a slipped paw
The Polar Spirit, ancient, wise,
Guided them with hope in skies.
Yet, icebergs shrank, the waters surged,
Their habitat, an edge submerged.
With every stride, their hearts were torn,
In dwindling tides, a loss was born.
Adapting, though their world transformed,
They held the faith the spirit adorned.
Through trials faced, they marched ahead,
Seeking solace, their fate unsaid.
The Polar Spirit whispered low,
Endurance in the warming flow.
Though icy lands might fade away,
Their spirit soars, night and day.
As snows retreat and oceans rise,
Their resilience, a noble guise.
In heart and soul, they stand and cope,
Embracing change, never lose hope.
For in the whispers of the breeze,
The Polar Spirit guides with ease.
Their tale endures, a poignant song,
In harmony with what's gone wrong.
The story lives in nature's lore,
Of bears, of ice, and something more.
The spirit echoes in the air,
Guiding their cubs with love and care.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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