Bundles,
piles,
and mounds of snow
trampled on this mountain.
No living things appeared.
All there was
white,
cold,
and frozen
substance of snow.
Rumble,
roar,
and tussle
the mountain made.
Slowly then faster.
The sky
was gray and ashy
as the rumbling continued.
So the sounds became actions.
Mounds,
pounds,
and hills of snow
tumbled and plunged.
Loud, blasting sounds
grew stronger and stronger.
Slowly they began to stop
and terminate and cease.
Sounds came again as peaceful
as the quiet mountain
returned to normal.