Goodbye Winter Child

It’s winter here every day, you know
And somehow the trees can withstand the snow
The land is still, frozen, and dead
But the trees avoid Mother Nature’s dread
They breathed life into this child
Who was named “one of the wild”
But the trees didn’t like this name
For this frozen land was gentle and tame.
They gave the child a special job
To give this land warmth and love
The trees gave the young one a whistle
To call the sun and thaw the frozen thistle
The trees gave the child some fire
To melt the lake which the land desired
But the trees knew they were missing something
Because their land still had “nothing”
They knew their child had to go
Into the sky for the clouds to hold
Tearfully, he climbed the trees way up high
And let out a mournful cry
His tears quenched the lands thirst
And spring came, which was a first
The child was no longer “One of the Wild”
But ironically the Winter Child