there once was a girl
who had walked for ages.
it was winter, and there was not much hope for her.
she was all alone.
it was dark.
it was cold.
the path she took was rocky and she ached.
and so after walking by a deserted farm,
she found a spot to lay down.
an angel appeared before her.
"my darling girl," the angel said. "why do you rest on your journey of life? has no one told you there is no breaks in life as such?"
the girl, who was simply tired, replied
"im sick of walking, my feet hurt. i haven't seen the sun for days. its cold and lonely and dark. i forgot what birds sound like, or what a summer breeze feels like. i have decided to take a break now. just rest and take a break. so i have chosen here. and if this happens to be my grave, then so be it. i have nothing to live for."
and the girl closed her eyes and laid on her back.
"dear child!" the angel exclaimed. "look! with your eyes. for the sun is right on the horizion. can you not see spring right there? you must walk a little further. do not give up hope. remember that, when all is lost, do not give up hope."
and so the angel disappeared into the heavens, and the girl turned to see.
on the horizon, was the shinning sun. there was spring,
where everything was alive.
and although she was sore, the girl kept walking, and with every step
the new day seemed farther,
until one moment,
the snow was gone and it was warm.
there were birds chirping and the sounds of children laughing.
the trees rustled with a breeze,
and everything was bursting with life.
it was bright and warm.
and all was well.