Winter

Sing a song like a lullaby,
Flowers dancing round and round,
Across a glassy lake,
The Frost Prince is battling with
The Daisy Duke again.
Around and around their quarrel continues,
Feet stomping,
Words flailing,
The Flowers taking twists and turns,
Keeping in time with the rhythm.
The ice cracks,
The shatter breaks
The glass into knives within the words,
With Daisy Duke glancing right,
And Frost Prince glancing left,
The Flowers shrink, are cut, and fall.

The Flowers die again.