Hoping

As I am surrounded by the forest tress, nature's wind blows below my feet. I hug myself as I quiver trying to stay warm. The air is crisp and my lips are cracked. Lost within myself I search for a way out. As my fingers being too numb I look upon the night sky searching for The Big Dipper, north must I go. Determined I find my way. I must keep on moving. I will not faint. Though I may look broken and I have vanished into darkness. I know beyond the everlasting light I too can sparkle, yet again.