By Fire, By Ice

When sister storm flees from the north and breaks her grip from brother land, expect an ice age to come forth some thirty thousand years in hand. It's mother's way of chastising the human vagrants of the earth; who dont respect their fathers things like life and death, like mortal birth. And when the sun burns all her fuel, a distant niece who emulates the things we do that make us cool, our expressions, our joys, our hates. So if 'n a billion years from now (we can not find new living hills) I know not ever why nor how (to cure a burn or frozen ills).