From nothing we have come,
And to nothing should we end
So what is in the middle?
I ask my mountain friend?

The wind it echoes gently
As the snow, it starts to thaw
I stand there, with the mountain
not sure what went before

I see white and black, greys between
as I look across it's face
my senses roaming freely
Each breath a wild embrace

My hearts it stops to ponder
where the mountain disappears
for what, prey tell, is hidden,
in that crater, so severe?

A watering hole for reindeer?
Shelter for mountain hare?
A negative space, that keeps souls safe
Beyond where eagles dare

This crater, is a mystery
and one that must remain,
to keep Narnia alive here
for the heart to feel again


* Narnia is a Latin name profiled as meaning Spring in Winter*