Whiteness and icicles are all that we see .
We sit inside by the fire side sipping hot coca and laughing .
The snow fills the air and puts a smile on our face. We go outside slide , skate and cheer .
As we watch the flakes fall , We stand still to enjoy as the trees rock back and fourth with not a care in the world . We realize we want to be like them. We Talk and Talk About Life but rather
be outside the winter life around us
