cold air,
chilling to the bone,
almost like a tear,
letting out a moan.
the air is nipping
as i pull my coat tighter
the clock starts ticking
and my head feels lighter
the sight is beautiful
although my heart is down
my mind says everything is fruitful
whilst i frown
the snow is white and pure
and the ice has sheen
to find a cure
all nice and clean
