Oh Iceburg

Benjamin Ditterich

With in winter's breath, where frosty winds dance,

A lone iceberg floats in the day's cold expanse.

Majestic and silent, on the ocean's grand stage,

A frozen ballad, a timeless, visual page.

A symphony of frost, hues of blue in view,

An iceberg's tale, both ancient and vividly new.

Each crack and crevice, a lyrical line,

Echoing stories of frozen design.

In the moonlit night, it shimmers and gleams,

A celestial ballet, an ethereal winter dream.

A solitary ballad, sung by the sea,

The iceberg's visual song, forever wild and free.