Of Winter Born


Of Winter Born

Of Winter Born

Of winter born, a pale child
Restless like the rolling wave
Surviving, barely, in the wild
She calls to nature, to be saved

Wolves are restless, hearing cries
Of one so little, as new as snow
On a tiny crevice, here she lies
Above a hill, creatures below

No human parents to embrace her
And shield her from the wind and cold
They lay buried underneath her tears
A newborn they no longer hold.

And suddenly her cries are heeded
As wolves encircle her fragile frame
Providing warmth to her as needed
No prey is she. They know her name

The years pass by like lightening
The seasons flee like grains of sand
Embracing nature, she looks frightening
As natures’ parents lick her hand

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