poor boy, lost &. alone, the wind is your only friend. his howls are your lullaby, his icy touch a loving embrace, the twinkle of stars behind the rustling canopy the glint of a smile, a whispered chuckle into your ear. you take solace in it. but doesn't it get lonely? little boy? do you not wish for a mother's arms / a beating heart / warm hands ? do you not wish for a father's smile / a deep laugh / proud &. callused hands ? do you not wish for a sister ? a brother ? a lover ? a friend ? do you not wish to have someone, to no longer be so so so alone ?
of course you do. but it is a mere wish &. your existence is far from a miracle.