Seven Ways of Looking at a Polar Bear

Along the surrouding glaciers,
Not a thing was seen,
Not even the roaming polar bear.

As the ice melts,
So must the polar bear be alert.

Why let the panda intrigue you?
The polar bears, believe it or not,
Are right in front of you.

I think to myself quitely,
Like the silent snow storms,
In which the polar bear endures.

The polar bear slips into the fridged water.
The ship crashes and destroys the glacier.

When the polar bear dissapears in the white snow,
it leaves an endless track of footprints
in which one may follow.

It was a sunny, cold, freezing day.
Snowing and stormy wind blew across the endless white.
The polar bear must rest in its home.