A poem

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]Twas the night before the dawn
There was a little girl who was sweet as she was kind
Having known nothing, so having nothing she didn’t mind
She knew not of love, and not of a mother, she didn’t
Have clothes let alone a brother or a father
She made a barn her shelter
And knew not of money or gold
She was always hungry and very cold
Shivering by the door she could only see
A spirit being born and only she could behold
The faith of life was a lesson to be told

The spirit grew into a new and enchanting being
The snow fell, covered the ice cold ground[/COLOR]
[COLOR="DarkOrchid"]The being moved, not making a sound
She only looked on, not making a move
She now only felt warmth, and her belly was full
Her shoulders and back now covered in wool
With swift movement the spirit took her to her chest
With a whimper and a cry she felt lonely no more
Hope was an emotion she had never felt before
Because the aura of a mother this spirit did bear
And for this the little girl was thankful and aware

Her barn now a home and her heart now open
Her spirit could see that her daughter’s ice had broken
The gift of giving and the love of another
'Twas the night before dawn and she now had a mother
The girl’s heart swelled with happiness
And the spirit started to sing
For her own sole had revived and her new life had wings
The child now slept and her heart no longer wept
The morning dawned bright and the air was clear
She was thankful that the night before dawn she had not dreamt[/COLOR]