In a world of unrelenting winds two children sleep, dreaming of the day when the sun would shine once more and clear this land of it's icy grip, they dream to be in there mothers arms and feel the soft touch of a summer breeze, to here the birds sing and see there father's smile.

As months come and go the snow... winters icy kiss falls from the sky, to cover the land in a sheet of white. From dawn till dusk it would fall, like falling stars each flake would drop to merge with it's kin on the frozen lake top.

In this world where winter rules two children lay asleep, dreaming of home, In this world of wind the children of the lost summer have been born.

Lost in an eternal sleep they wander only in their dreams, seeking out the happiness which is all but unknown to them... but hope is far from lost to these young hearts, they will fight on through this blight of winter until it departs, forever will they stay strong with their mother's love and their father's fire.

And when this cruel storm has come and past the children of the lost summer will have returned home at-last.

Safe and sound in their mother's arms they will cry for joy and sing of love and forever praise their parents love.

For there is nothing more strong than a love of child and that of their mother and father forever by their side.

by Glen Huntley