I am a blizzard

I am cold and deadly

I wonder why the climbers try to go through me.

I hear myself blowing.

I see climbers

I want people to stop climbing my friend Everest.

I am a blizzard

I pretend I am the most giant storm in the world.

I feel mad.

I touch everything in my way.

I worry when climbers attempt to climb unprepared

I cry when my storm kills them

I am a blizzard

I understand why climbers want to climb Everest

I say to go away.

I dream that people will leave.

I try to protect Everest.

I hope they realize before more lives are lost.

I am a blizzard.

 

( this is the final post for the blogging challenge)