The Rebirth

Beneath the ice surface is a world unexplored
the mamoth and her friends all immobilized
warmth of the sun promises a coming rebirth
an embrace of tales unspoken for a time now

Shall the dry bones live again or so I ask
the mortal man is speechless, shall they?
He searches in his hearts of hearts for a yeah!
to speak he must so life will be restored to these

from many words he selects a few to utter
what shall be of the ice surface he's accustomed
his icy kingdoms must go down for a new world to be
an embrace of tales unspoken for a time now