March of the Penguins

ANTARCTICA:
White, frozen, icecapades of earth
sculpted moutains of water waving forever
melting never
wind whipped snow and cold creating these worldwinds
that never end -- here
the bottom of the earth

AND YET:
delicate design weaves it's survival
around years of undescribable
unexplainable instinct
they come,
lines, long for miles they come
driven by the unseen
to a place, frozen

BLACK&WHITE:
They huddle, in cold we can only imagine
calling to one another
finding at last
one
solitare friend,
they join, in a dance only understood by God
and themselves
in pure, un-hindered love
innocent, instinct love
they're alone only for the moment, to embark
on their journey,
perilous and hungry
to protect thier egg, bring their generation around again
they protect in a fashion
I can only envy
their one posession
their child

BIRTH:
sacrifice
they one to the other
to bring their little one
only to fend for himself
later, to hunger and journey himself

ANTARCTICA:
Oh that frozen wasteland,
if only we could see
beneath all the ice, the wind the frozen water
that lies crystal blue cold heaven
a place no human can touch
but where God breathes and
cares for his creation