Frozen and Broken I Lay

Frozen and broken I lay
In the snow, one winter day.
Observing as folks strolled by
I’d chat but they wouldn’t reply.

Clothed in furs they’d march
as I sat underneath that larch.
Receiving hateful glares
from the rich folks walking in pairs.

Then one day a child,
with temperament, meek and mild,
brought me a mouthful of bread
and I patted him on the head.

We sat and talked for hours,
of dragons, princes and towers
of swords and mighty kings
of riches and golden rings.

Then we talked of life and love
and all of the folks free of
troubles, strife and hate,
how they awaited the worst fate.

For they live and love in vain
in a house not free of pain.
They fool themselves with things
Like riches and golden rings.

Yet, little do they know,
In life you must let go
of delusions of grandeur
and render yourself pure.

And instead find your delight
in the beauty of nature’s fight,
in grace of human kind
and the wonders inside your mind.