We're doing a poetry unit in school, so I decided to put this up.
There
The boy with the white hair
He has eyes
The color of the skies
There
The boy with the white hair
Sitting atop the highest oak
Smiling like he just heard a joke
There
The boy with the white hair
He flies like a bird
Though his laughter is not heard
Snow falls on the ground
As the wind whips him around
His bare feet hit the ice as he lands
The staff twirling in his hand
There
The boy with the white hair
Standing on the lake
That forever sealed his fate