When the hot winds blow and trees beep, <br />The snow clad peaks melt as if they weep, <br />The icy water trickles, falls gushing down, <br />From the rocks crimson, grey and brown, <br />It merges, mixes, flows through the streams, <br />Passes through the plains fulfilling dreams, <br />Water then converges itself into an ocean, <br />Whereupon remain trade-ships in motion <br />Armadas move, linger to settle the clashes <br />Launching missiles with smoke and flashes.<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-snow-melts/
