A tumultuous serenity

A quiet surface

A chilled air

Low visibility, yet serene

Cold but still

Frozen yet calm

Underneath, a raging beast that wishes to show its face

The call of the wild issues its dare

Therein awaits a green, mean sheen

A bubbling fiery hill

And there is no balm

For it is a tumultous serenity

Whose balance must be kept

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