Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Rounder Astounder

On a river, a chunk of ice,
A frozen mass in winter's way,
Becoming a round disk very nice,
And, thanks to drones, on good display.
Three hundred feet wide swirling round,
As down the river it does go.
How did such happen to astound?
Inquiring minds do want to know.
The river currents, theory is,
Do spin the ice circularly,
And with warming and cooling biz,
Makes the ice disk reality.

A piece of Mother Nature's art,
Awesome until it breaks apart.