Given a short story, adapt it in the form of a poem.
Input: It was a cold winter day. She was walking outside in the snow, thinking about how life could be different.
The winter was cruel that day,
She walked outside in the snow,
Thinking of how life might be,
Someplace other than this.
Wintery bones incite the silent song
Of the dawning, anew
A walk on the paths of time
As she thinks of a different crime

Life's a path to embark then follow
Though it gets rough, it never hurts all over
The future but a place just beyond
We script life's story one moment at a time

The stars above call her, even so
Her dreams, they ever move
And though it's cold, her heart knows
That her courage is a burning woke.