The Tribune

On this dreadful land they stand,

In the bitterness of cold,

Partnering the expectations they carry,

Of the occurrence of an avalanche.

Minds and bodies all alert,

About the disaster, they're gonna face,

On their marks they stand,

With the eagerness to start a race.

Forgetting themselves,

Their presence on this earth,

They stand there upright,

To protect their land 

And the mother who gave them birth.

So,

A perfect epitome of humanity,

Roams somewhere in that icy world,

Spreading their warmth all around,

And unknowingly becoming the saver of our dreams,

Our happiness,

And for them, our love abound!