Winter Battles Spring

The cold wind blew over the fresh fields, a harsh chill interrupting the burgeoning summer. The green sprouts shivered as the mountainous breath passed. Thus, the giants declared war upon the valley below. High, hidden within their frosty peaks, they prepared their march. A wild creature is the mountain giant whose frosty beard glistens in the sun—not one easily marshaled— but the Mountain King could make them go, could command them down to the valley, albeit in disordered ranks.

So their king ordered, and they, each in his own time, went off to war with the people below.