Miracle

I have seen pictures of friends on Alaska cruise, The Denali landscape looked so stark, no hues. No frozen or floating icebergs, no polar bears catching the fish, The caribou stood alone, in the waning forest, a solemn wish. I used my pixel phone, live translate to talk, To the lonely mature bear, we took a thoughtful walk. He understood my desire, promised me the dreamland's gleam, The gentle bear twirled my cane, as magic's silver stream. With magic, glaciers formed again, pristine and bright, The snow fell, blizzards came, the forest turned green overnight. The polar bear and her cub, fished the shores so grand, Caribou danced in snowy woods, joy spreading through the land. Northern sea otters swam delightfully in ice-cold water, Spectacles eider, short-tailed albatross, flying squirrels, all did scatter. They showed their maneuvers with glee and grace, Even wood bison appeared, returning from the past's embrace. But when I woke up from my dream so clear, The stark realities struck, and sadness was near. I hope the dwindling birds and animals, facing global warming's strife, Will survive and thrive, embracing a new lease on life.