In the tundra lies a wall
That's crumbled and cracked but does not fall.
Sixteen layers of rebuilt block,
Trashed and tinted with paint and chalk.
For all that try to climb its height:
Just give up the useless fight.
For miles wide the wall goes on,
And ends where all the snow is gone.
But in the wall is a hidden door
With a polished handle and nothing more.
Many have searched time after time,
But only one will make the climb.
One step through to the other side
Causes the wall and wind to collide.
Down at last the wall will be,
The debris will soar from snow to sea.
But where the snow continues to fall,
There will forever remain a wall.