Her fingertips, blue from the cold
Wipe the ice from her face as she begins to freeze In this moment, she knows she is trapped
Like a long lost memory in a block of ice
As she gazes at the ever-setting sun she is reminded That though she is frozen now
There will come a time when she thaws
Ever so slowly
When the ground will turn soft again
Flowers will bloom
And the birds will sing to her as they once did
But for now, she lays stagnant underneath a blanket of snow Shrouded in darkness with no clear end
Longing so deeply for the return of the sun
