My heart is cold - my fingers ice
My work of my hands is snow
I control these wood - my world of iceI saw a girl - so young and fair
"Little one are you cold?"
She smiles and says "I am warm" - an answer fairIn my heart I feel I feel warm
So I'm knind and bring along gold
I ask again of her state, "I feel warm"And I found her kindnes like my own child
And I gave her a coat
When I cam back she was gone - that fair childThen a girl came with a frown
And I see that she was shivering
I ask her of her state and she keeps a frownAngered by her reply I freeze her in ice
My work of my hands is snow
I control these woods - my world of ice-Michaela Raygor 4/2/2015