Smoke rose
                                      in slow dark circles
                                         The sullen sky wept
                                    as dawn approached.
                                             Fires signaled
                                    the brief rise of man;
                                             rain signaled
                                    the season's change.
                                       Winter shadowed
                                              the horizon;
                                               night coldly
                                       gave way to day .                          
                                    Primal fear began
                                           unknown--
                                    (Tribal knowledge
                                           gave it name).
                                           Dark embers
                                    warned the weak...
                                    Death would come:
                                      that frozen storm
                                         of frozen lives.
                                    The lesson of tears
                                      would be taught.
                                        Day would flee,
                                               afraid
                                       man would sleep,
                                              dreamless,
                                        in the dim hours
                                        of winter's reign.