Winter's Best Friend

In fields of snow, so crisp and white, A forest sleeps in wintry light. Each tree adorned, a frosted gown, Where icy whispers flutter down.

Snowie stood alone, a lonely sight, Two coal eyes staring in the fading light. A carrot nose, a smile so grand, But not a soul to lend a hand.

Then, from the branches, bare and cold, A tiny birdie, brave and bold, Flew down and landed on his hat, “Cheep, cheep! Hello! How are you at?”

Snowie, surprised, his snow heart leapt, “I’m lonely, Birdie, while the forest slept.” Birdie chirped a happy tune, “No need to fret beneath the moon!

We'll build a snowman, dance and play, Until the sunshine melts away, We can make snow angels as well. There's no reason to feel unwell!”

They built a snow fort grand and tall, And had a snowball fight, until they lost the ball. Birdie flew around, so gay and free, While Snowie cheered with glee.

They sang sweet songs to the winter sky, Laughing as the snowflakes swirled nearby. In this frozen wonderland, Winter's best friends, wing and hand.

The snow fell soft, a gentle kiss, Snowie and Birdie, pure bliss. Joyful friends forevermore, Winter's best friends, nothing more.