Treading through snow is more sad than it seems
Blood against white, threads pulling at the seams
Difference is better is what everyone thought
But grieving is really the worst of all
Evil against good, which side will you choose
For tears are worn for fear, all glossy and blue
The gates are closed, all doors are shut
So people disappear, one by one
Picked out by danger, picked out by your son
Your husband sets his eyes on you, all filled with love
But off he goes once more, into the blue
Olive green grass he finds, then desert and sand
To find the person to lend a hand
So sad it must seem, leaving your life behind
But to save your people is what you desire most
Off he goes, deep under the sun
Shocking it may seem to those who hate it most
But some endings happen badly
All ash and remains and snow
Treading through the undergrowth, all dirty and disgusting
But what happens next is for you to decide
The distance may precede
Bella Thompson-Lobb is a 13-year-old girl who lives in Melbourne with her two parents, her younger sister and two cats. Bella has enjoyed writing and reading from a young age and reads at least three books a week from the wide variety of novels she owns at home.