I'm white and smooth, but you say I'm cold. You don't know me but you know how I feel. I'm not warm or beautiful but cold and smooth for you. It makes me happy when you run into freshly fallen snow. How you play in it and smile. How you can't wait to put on your boots and coats to play with me.
But as the years go by. And technology rises to the better. You cast me and autumn aside but she doesn't mind. But it breaks my icy cold heart and melts my snow away how you don't care for me any more. The less I'm there, the more you notice how important I am or how you wish for a break and not have to work. Soon you wish for me back. But I know this endless cycle. You'll wish for me back. But then push me away when you get tired of me. I'm like a toy that is new and then becomes old. But, of course I don't care.
When you soon see the first drop of snow you smile as bright as my freshly fallen snow. And just seeing your smile makes me want to be there every year for you and that's my dream. My dream is to make sure your happy every year and at least smile for me. Everyone has a dream and you should cherish each one and everyone's dream. Even Winter's Dream.
THE END
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