TRAIL OF TEARS

It grew very cold on that wintry day,
They picked up their lives; they couldn't stay.
Once again moving with the weather,
The snow came down, lighter than a feather.

No longer fun, new, or fresh,
The white stuff falls down, stinging their flesh.
They have stopped trying to move away;
It just keeps on growing, taller and taller, day by day.

Their people are tough, but they are cold,
They cannot continue; the young or the old.
Their food has run low, their supplies wearing thin,
Many are dying from their friends to their kin.

She fears for her people, for there aren't many left.
This weather, this snow, has committed great theft.
She is angry with the gods, she's afraid for her life,
She hopes no one ever faces such strife.

The sun peaked over the hills today,
Her heart beat with joy and her fear went away.
They will prevail and they will survive,
Thank you, oh god of the sun, for they are alive!