High atop the Himalayas, over a thousand meters above,

The biting cold winds blow unbridled and free.

Beneath the fierce gusts and icy shards,

the mountain goats have nowhere to hide,

Yet, these tenacious little beings sprout a fleece in time,

A defiance against the extreme and harsh clime.

Life persists, passed down through generations and time.

As the brutal cold recedes, the goats heed nature's call,

Shedding their pure white fleece, ready for a new mission after all.

Local herders gently comb them,

The gathered cashmere is woven into garments anew,

Soft and cozy, the fleece is given a life, renewed.