In all honesty I detest the cool; I solidify effectively
Be that as it may, I cherish how the snow tickles my nose
I cherish how the trees
Are exposed and the sky dresses them in white like a dress
I cherish how we can construct men and hit the dancefloor with them
I genuinely detest the cool
However, I cherish the distinctive moving pixies that move in the sky
I cherish how the wind sings during the evening, quieting all the creatures to rest till spring
I cherish how the grass changes into new shades of shading
I detest the cool on the grounds that I solidify effortlessly