The Unexpected Savior

Written in my youth.

Our mountain tips,

So towering and colossal

But the sky is angry

Punishing us with a blizzard storm

The wind waving violently

Trying to snare our attentions

The bite of frigid, freezing winds

Shivering as they chew our skin raw

Charging through our villages

Destroying our homes and households

When during our panicked pandemonium

All became tranquil

We searched through the rubble

Ice covered clothes and treasures

Blown here be the traveling winds

Seeing a frost-covered baby doll

Thinking of her previous possessor

We looked towards the star-scattered sky

Unknown to all who saved us

But thankful of our unexpected savior

As we anticipate whom ours is

We miss the stars, so very bright

Winking down to us

Author's Note

Could be taken as something religious, but was not my intention.