Ice: God series

In the old world there were giants -    
She conjured them in a day, with a breath constant and pure,
glaciers poured from Her loins, and stilled,  
creatures died.  
   
Seeds lay dormant  
- carefully hidden from watching eyes,  
at the correct temperature,  
by She who knew.  
   
Out She ran, called across the desert-white,  
Her clear skin exposing charcoal veins,  
She -  
the size of a mouse, stared, top of Her great mountain - watching stars  
cross the silent, alien Sky.    
   
The power she'd been thrust, was not expected, told to her by Sky in a rage -  
She, a solemn, lonely being by nature, was at play - quietly entrapping Water, and letting him go.  
   
She had long allowed wide space for the oldest lovers, Land and fiercesome Sun.  
   
Sky said no more, it was endangering Earth,    
Her skills were required, though She did not know She had them.    
   
These gifts had been unexpected, if only to Her  
yet slipped across Land with ease, invading, uncomfortably, the deep love affair.  
   
And Sky watched, knowing it needed to be done, Land too warm and Sun too vast - and He was pleased.  
   
In our time, Her magic is weak -    
where Water is challenged, and Land and Sky by an invasion of the Humankind.  
   
Sun, strongest of any of them, too long engaged  
to part ways now.
Sky, all-knowing yet too weak,  
and She - veins broken and oozing, unforgiven, if only by herself - sit together sometimes.
   
She  
scared of her own power,  
a vulnerable element  
crumbles before our eyes and His.  
   
She - a God we cannot afford to lose,  
is away,    
   
away, She runs, She runs    
a-top Her desert-white mountain  
weakly watching  
stars cross the silent, alien Sky.