Frost trees

Frost trees rise with the moonlight,

Like a fierce lion yawning.

Their roots are like our feet

glued to the ground by gravity,

like a terrified kid squeezing their mother,

Shield with sparkling snow dust.

Every winter a snowflake grows on a twig.

The leaves fall like an angel falling asleep.

Once the tree is full of snowflakes,

The first frost teenager Queen shall rule…

WINTER.

 Once the winter fades the Queen well fall asleep,

 Until the Winter will begin its quest.Again.