Frost nips at her toes, twining in various patterns that would make any mother proud. But Mother Nature never shows emotion. She passes upon the girl, weaving a few vines around her, protecting her in a womb of life. The girl slumbers on, dreaming of ships and stars.
Today in English class we read a really beautiful poem. I thank the person who introduced it a great many times. Though I might not say it to his face, I’d like him to know that I really do love this poem and thank him for introducing it during class.
When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
by Walt Whitman