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