Snow squashed beneath my feet,
colored with dirt and gasoline,
as I shuffled down the road.

I had many more miles to go,
and it looked like the snow,
wasn't letting up anytime soon.

With my pack on my back,
and my stick holding a sack,
I trudged forward, fearlessly.

To find a home,
was my only goal,
but that seemed out of reach.

So I wandered into the woods,
and pulled up my hood,
as I looked for a place to set up camp.

And the nights were cold,
my toes, they froze,
as I bundled up in my blanket.

How long would I survive?
Would I make it out alive?
Question ran rampant though my head.

Till one morning, I woke,
there seemed to be a white smoke,
that blanketed the ground.

In front of me,
something pearly,
what looked like massive gates.

At the gate, a man stood waiting,
and after much contemplation,
I approached him.

He said, "come closer my son,
you're here for all you've done,
you traveled everywhere, doing good.

And now you have earned,
what most people will yearn for,
a spot in my kingdom."

"But sir," I retorted too him,
"I never believed in you."
The man looked at me and smiled.

"I forgive everyone,
you see son,
and you deserve this."

It was then,
we began to ascend,
into his kingdom.