The sea feels lonely in the wintertime. No kids are playing on her shores. The sun is hiding behind thick black clouds and she can’t see him. Now, just the blizzard plays with icy snow flakes. Even the seagulls, her flying friends, forgot her. They moved in town, and she can only hear their laughing voices, but she can’t see them flying around.

Wind whispers to Summer:

“Stay with me, you know I can’t stand cold, it brings out the worst storm of me!”

“Winter is packing her blizzards, ice and snow,

She’ll be gone before you know!

Spring will come into her place,

Changing our earth’s old face!”

“Follow me”, whispers the snow storm.

“Leave your home where you feel warm,