The Boy.

A northern wind cools my soul.
Overhead a sky as black as coal.
All around no people stand.
No one about to hold my hand.
I walk alone through a winter storm.
Ahead of me a hellish sight does form.
The sky erupts and monsoon rain does fall.
I am scared and no longer walking tall.
I am just a boy lost in mother natures wrath.
But at me mother nature does just laugh.
I hide myself in a thorny hedge.
And between its branches myself i securely wedge.
There i wait for mother nature to end her rage.
From her I'm safe stuck inside this thorny cage.