Raised in the cold
Adapting to the snow.
With the people I love and hold.
The frigid is all I know.

A flower has sprung.
The ice began to melt.
As the cold seizes to freeze my lungs.
A new warmth came, as the cold isn’t felt.

The spring has arrived
Even the flowers bloom at night.
And the heat and flowers begin to thrive.
The world feels so right.