The wind whipped,
Picking me up into its icy embrace.
We danced, hopped and skipped,
A warm dance compared to the bitter cold.
Ice settled around me,
securing me to the floor.
Waiting for the children
To break the prescious flaw.
The sun beams down,
Swealtering hot.
The creaful mosaic
Being melthed into a gentle pool.
Water collected in pools,
Evapourated, into nothing.
The winter is dying,
Spring just begining.
Cries of joy
Cries of birth
Life and death in
Beautiful contrast.
