The little artist trudged through the snowstorm of life, leaving dreams and drawings as a trail the little one's friends trudged ahead, while the artist was left behind. The little artist considered just lying there, covered in snow, but then remembered the dreams she had long ago. Her friends got further and further ahead, almost out of sight, she called out for them, but they couldn't hear her cries. The little artist trudged through the snowstorm of life, leaving dreams and drawings as a trail the little one's friends trudged ahead, while the artist was left behind.
