She has become a cold rock

 That anyone may want to knock,

But gets too far to even withhold

the rock, so cold,

Here, there, everywhere,

She can go anywhere,

Covered by snow, Blue and Yellow,

 appears bright and mellow,

 But stands stern, to the torture,

 A rock unbreakable, by nature,

A snow flake on the rock melted,

 flows into a frozen Confluence, undisturbed

For its very existence, as a cold rock,

unemoted, sharp and crystalline!

That’s the cold rock, a modern day woman!