In the stillness of frost, the glacier rests,
Bound by the law of inertia’s quest.
Silent and steady, it clings to the land,
Until gravity whispers its gentle command.
A force unseen begins the glide,
Massive and ancient, it cannot hide.
For Newton spoke: F = ma,
And so the glacier carves its way.
Downward it presses, a relentless might,
Through valleys and time,...
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