Cold Whisper

In winter's icy embrace, a child so small, Lost in the cold, where shadows crawl. Tiny fingers tremble, cheeks turn pale, Whispers of frost weave a haunting tale. In the bitter hush, a winter spirit appears, Gentle yet somber, full of unspoken fears. "Look at the stars in the big black ink, Tell me what you feel, and tell me you think." The child gazes up, tears crystalline, As the cosmos weaves a celestial design. But in the cold, a truth untold, The spirit sighs, a tale of sorrow unfolds. Numbness creeps, a chill profound, A whispered truth, an ethereal sound. Little one, in the cold you roam, A journey ends, a heart finds home.