A Flower...

Tears stream down my face,
Only to be blown away be the wind of the night

Cold and hard - the ice makes no movemnt or sound,
Fluffy and white, the snow sprinkles to the ground

In the depths of the white topped trees,
There I am,
Sitting, staring...

Only to be turned away be your graceful hands on my face,
You wipe the tears away
And no that you're here everything will be okay,
For the ice has thawed
And the snow melted, spring caqme and you put a flower in my hair...

IFoS