Winter's Best Friend 3

In forests deep, where winter sleeps, A snowy friend, his sorrow keeps. Snowie the snowman, round and white, Felt all alone in fading light.

The trees stood stark, with icy dress, A silent world, in cold distress. The wind it howled a chilly tune, Beneath the pale and frosted moon.

"Oh, woe is me," sighed Snowie low, "No friend to share the falling snow." His coal eyes drooped, his carrot nose, Reflected winter's frosty woes.

Then chirp! A sound, so small and sweet, A tiny flutter, tiny feet. Birdie arrived, a feathered friend, His lonely winter days to end.

"Hello!" chirped Birdie, bright and bold, "Why do you shiver in the cold?" Snowie looked up, surprised and glad, A cheerful friend, no longer sad.

Birdie perched upon his head, A cozy nest, a comfy bed. They talked of snowflakes, wind, and ice, Of winter dreams and paradise.

Snowie told tales of snowy fun, Of rolling hills beneath the sun. Birdie sang songs of spring's return, Of blooming flowers, lessons learned.

They laughed and played in snow so deep, Secrets the winter woods would keep. Snowie no longer felt the chill, His heart with happiness did fill.

So side by side, they watched the snow, Two winter friends, a joyful glow. Snowie and Birdie, happy then, Winter's best friends, again and again!