My paws are frozen, but remember that history repeats...

Children, stop your silly bickering and gather 'round

As I tell a story of friends lost and found

Those days when I was small

I see you leaning in closer

Good, good, you need to hear

This story, a warning

A close-knit group, their bonds slowly breaking

That I watched fall apart.

A humble family at first 

Simple and joyous

Through each bright day and shadowy night

Through the gentle springs 

The inferno of summer

The tickling breezes of fall

And the bitter winters

And I, there from the beginning, so proud.

Growth! Growth, oh my,

Excited whispers and welcoming smiles

Each new member came 

But growth means more opinions

All different and when they clash

A fight ensues

Some easily forgiven

Some leaving scars that could never heal.

I watched and wondered

How to stop the imminent destruction

Of the feuding family

But our attempts to bring us back together

Proved to be in vain.

All we could do was watch

As the fighting grew 

And more ran out to escape the unneeded abuse.

Every day, it seemed to get worse

I clung with ridiculous hope to the family

Wishing and praying for something impossible

The soft tears I shed each time someone left,

As the tragic result of contention

Burned scars in my face

But nothing could compare 

To the scars burned in my heart.

So heed my warning, children

Fights so lightly brushed off

Growth handled improperly 

Contention growing out of control

Like a screaming demon

Tears burning scars deep within

As we wave goodbye to those we love the most

Say goodbye to your comfortable life.

If you so choose to ignore

Then watch everything and everyone you know

Crumble to dust beneath your feet...

*Frost*