The snowflakes fell br like white feathers from heaven br leaving a white blanket on the ground. br He trudged through the lonely streets br with nowhere to go. br A tramp on the street br with only rags to cover his feet, br trying to find a place to sleep br and rest his weary bones. br br He passed a frozen river, br it made his cold body shiver br for he could see a pair of hand raise up held br and hear a small voice as it yelled. br Without a moment hesitation, br though barely nothing on his feet br he started to walk br across the sharp iced water br even though the wind fiercely blew. br br He had to reach the child br that had fallen through. br He moved as fast as he could br although he was almost crippled. br Reaching down he plucked the child br from the dark waters cold br as the wind blew fierce and wild. br He moved slowly to the shore br as a silent rain began to pour. br br Finding shelter beneath some trees br covered the child in what br dry clothes he had. br He forgot about his feet that hurt br as he covers the child br with his ragged coat and shirt. br He made sure the child was warm br before he laid himself to rest. br The child later awoke to find br the tramp stiff and blue br within his snowy bed. br br There is no moral to this story br of why one ill treated by society br would willingly forfit his life br so that an unknown child would live. br We can only ponder on the thoughts br that went through his head br as he laid himself down to sleep br on that snowy bed.