Child of December

There is a child who speaks softly,
like a quiet winter wind that does not stir;
A child with desires
who never asks.

There is a child who lives peacefully,
gentle as the soothing cascades of a waterfall;
A child with hopes
who never shares.

There is a child who listens intently,
still as the plants of the rain forest;
A child with secrets
who never tells.

There is a child who endures patiently,
like a faithful rock in the bottom of a river,
A child with courage
who never runs.