I drag my sled behind me

as the snow crunches under my feet.

Suddenly I am overwhelmed by glee,

sliding down the small hill on repeat.

Some time passes,

maybe an hour or two.

With my already fogged glasses

I can no longer see through.

Thick blanket of snow everywhere,

the nature is dressed completely in white.

Disturbed only by footprints of a bear,

it certainly is a beautiful sight.

Deciding to lay down and rest,

I turn my gaze towards the sky.

Nights like this one are the best,

each star reminds me of a small firefly.

Trying to count them is futile,

no matter how hard I try.

Heading back home, I start to tootle;

on my way, I spot a frozen butterfly.

Inside the see-through ice

its beauty is promptly stored.

In winter, all either sleeps or dies

and most of it still stays unexplored.

At last, I finally arrived home

where the warmth is kept.

My body was alredy frozen to bone,

so I crawled into a cozy bed and slept.

Dreams drifted through my mind,

recalling the beautiful picture.

The whole galaxy, how the stars shine;

with night, it creates a stunning mixture.

Sunshine creeps through my window,

desperately wanting to stir me awake.

I cover my head with a big fluffy pillow,

for resting a little while longer I ache.