A Small piece I wrote when I was 12 (yrs)

In the Cold

Written by: Laura M. Dudich

When in the cold, I feel as if I’m in a dream. As the freezing wind hits my face, it turns my pink skin to rosy red. I can not feel my toes or hands, but I’m not disturbed by this, I am perfectly content in my winter wonder land.
The trees, all coated in ice, reflect the sun just right, so when looked at, it seems as if they are made of crystal instead of frozen water.
I hear the grass crunch under my feet as I walk, as it is frozen, like everything else.
All the animals are out of site, as they search for a good place to keep warm when they sleep.
It is remarkable, my winter wonder land! My secret place I can go when ever I please! And when spring comes, and everything I see that is so beautifully connected with winter melts away, I’ll shall shed great tears, and patiently await the day when my winter wonder land will return, and when I will once more see the glittering trees and hear the silence of the wind as it slowly brushes my face.