Vanilla Frosting

White flakes dancing in the air Falling gracefully in my hair Melting on the ground Not making a sound The Sun's face is despair. The frozen rains covers the lands As it grips the trees with its hands Killing life slowly with its hold It is safe to say that it is cold. The trees have vanilla frosting on their branches And the white flakes still have their advances The sun lets out a victorious cry As the ground begins to dry. The white flakes melt apart And spring is filled in everyone's heart.