The Young Girl Poem by Aris Williams

In the heart of the woods
Where a patch of snow lay
Sat a young girl
Who had no one to play

She sat and she wept
With her hands on her face
With tears running down
Yet leaving no trace

And then she saw him
A young boy in blue
Walking in the snow
With nothing to do

She called to him
Her face a large smile
She called out his name
For a very long while

After an hour
It seemed very so
The boy was ignoring her
Why would he though?

She stood up in the sleet
And then began to run
She must talk to him
For she had no one

The young boy turned
And saw a small girl
Running towards him
Her face a white pearl

He noticed her hands
Were as white as ice
Something was wrong
But he didn't look twice

The boy ran away
Scared at the sight
Of the dead girl
In the middle of the night.