The arctic

Who made the world? 

Who made the ice and the fish?

Who made the polar bear?

This polar bear I mean

The one who is feeding her cub fish

The one who is curled up in the snow, shielding her young from the harsh winds, attacking from every corner

The cub so innocent and vulnerable

Advancing one step at a time

Like a small fluffy cotton ball, tumbling in the snow

Like a baby learning to walk for the first time

I don't know the answer to everything 

I do know how to appreciate, how to lie down,

in the crisp, white snow, how to make snowballs

which is what I've been doing all day

Tell me, is there anything better to do?

Doesn't everything come to a halt, and too soon

Tell me what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?