The Winter Ghost
The Winter Ghost1 min 504 1 min 504
As I walked down a street,
On a winter night,
With shivering arms and legs,
And not a soul in sight.
All of them cuddled,
In mattresses in cushioned beds,
With thick woolens on their bodies,
And scarves around their heads.
Half of them enjoying a soccer game,
In their temperature-controlled homes,
Sipping hot chocolate,
While the winter ghost roams.
And there I saw a little light,
By the roadside was a bonfire,
Warming up to it were two little children,
Without a single woolen layer.
What made it so easy for them,
To survive the winter cold?
In mother earth’s lap, without a home;
They had grown old.
Without losing the charm,
Of the content innocent child,
They looked so happy and safe,
In the lap of nature wild!