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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psychologistmimi 
Well said. Nature is still alive under snow, frozen earth, or ice.
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