A diesel engine is moaning
Breaking stillness in the night
A medium that dictates life
Its crisp, frigid natural law
Man has found capacity to be
Awake, to survive arctic chills
That rule over all else so regally
A terminal sentence befalls many
The broken silence recovers
A sparkling pall of white lace
To reflect heaven's claim here
So all looking up may know it
The night passes unnoticed
Its bitterness buffered so
But the wilds must endure yet
And hope to last for another