As I am surrounded by the forest tress,
nature's wind blows below my feet.
I hug myself as I quiver trying to stay warm.
The air is crisp and my lips are cracked.
Lost within myself I search for a way out.
As my fingers being too numb I
look upon the night sky searching for
The Big Dipper, north must I go.
Determined I find my way.
I must keep on moving.
I will not faint.
Though I may look broken and I have vanished into darkness.
I know beyond the everlasting light
I too can sparkle, yet again.

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