Winter Fairies

The white faires,
Are softly landing on the ground,
Covering the brown grass
They spread their wings
And softly lay down and go to sleep
At first there is only one or two,
But soon there are thousands gliding past my window
And softly landing on the ground
One lands on my window sill,
Lays down, and sleeps
I open my window
Letting the cold breath of the fairies fill my room
As I breath I can see the fairies' mist surround my face,
Making me warm for a brief moment,
And fog up my glasses slightly,
But their cold breath causes their mist to disappear off of my glasses
as quickly as it appeared
Suddenly another fairy rests on my window sill,
And speads its tiny wings,
Soon there are thousands,
Turning the color of my window sill into the purest white I have ever seen
I slowly extend my warm finger,
And gently place it on the wings of these delicate creaters,
My once warm finger instantly becomes cold,
And the fairies’ wings turn to water
Then ice, now they can no longer fly,
All they can do is sleep here on my window sill,
But that is their fate,
Because it is winter,
And they are snow.