I walk with my head down, fearing contact with the twinkling brutality falling peacefully from the sky.
I see ahead of me a child lying blanketed in white.
I approach silently and think to myself;
It's the season of death and here she lies: abandoned, bruised, broken, and frozen.
Why has nature allowed me to use her trunks to build my home?
I drop my head again, this time with shame, and walk on.
As I arrive to my home, I smell revenge and hear Nature's cry as my shelter crumbles.
I drop helplessly to my knees and weep.
Grabbing handfuls of snow, I realize what I must do.
I sprint down the road to where she still lies.
I crouch next to her on the frozen cement and then I too, lie down.
I held her through the night, desperate to keep her warm.
She didn't wake to see Nature's next gold.