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The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
"Don't fret dear Jack,
It will not be forever,
One day you will be seen and heard.
The great mighty Four
Will be turned then to five,
As the Guardians all stand as one."
The boy does not hear,
The boy does not know
What the Man in the Moon has in store.
So he does his job well,
He flies over the Earth,
Bringing chilled winds and snow in his wake.
He knows who he is,
He knows who he should be.
He's the spirit of winter,
Jack Frost.
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Yesterday I watched the movie and I loved it. Youre poem is really touching and good. Like the movie it changed my mind about winter, snow and much more.