Bird of blue in fields of snow.
Unknowing of where to go.
Frighten breathes of frozen air.
Trapping those who wander there.
Small bird with wings of frost.
The path towards the river has now been       lost.

Along the empty pit he sits silent still.
The lonely well calls to a broken will.
Questions unanswered remain in thought.
Stuck stiff from the pain his heart had brought.
Brown eyes fade along with the light.
Broken bird can no longer take flight.
A silver hill stands peering above the mist.
Warmth of the flame continues to persist.
Atop the peak the sun shines on the *****.
Bird made of blue holds on to his feeling of
  Hope.