The Ice Sculpture
Severin Graczyk
The cold and lazy lake, barely moving
Sits and waits
It waits for the fish to swim through
It waits for the people to step in
It waits for the ice to melt
To return to itself
The ice as fragile as glass
Sits and waits
It waits for itself to melt
It waits to see the sun
It waits to feel the heat
The ice melts
The lake starts to feel warm
Again