One day I built a snowman.
I shimmered in the sun.
It sat around, always smiling.
Always having fun.

One day most of the snow melted,
But he was going to last.
For a mountain of snow would never melt,
Even if it went to the past.

One day the snowman was still there,
For it was built for my mom.
With it's royal hat and carrot nose,
It looked it was going to the prom.

One day my brother's friends came over,
Being crazy all around.
The took a stick and pointed at the snowman,
And knocked it to the ground.

One day the base of the snowman began to melt,
As tears filled my eyes.
Yet in my freezer near the back,
Is where it's head still lies.

The fire is shining in my eyes.
The brightness is hard to bear.
The warmth is the perfect amount.
For I never want to move.

I have never felt anything like this,
Like a hug from a burning blanket.
Not even the sun can give the same feeling.
And nothing else too.

If I could only walk through it,
The comfort would incredibly increase.
The love of a thousands hearts,
Do stay in front of me.

The fire is like a burning star,
So far yet so close.
But I worry that it will die,
As soon as I cross the line.

Nothing is like the fire,
That burns in front of me.
Even though it can not speak,
It brings so much comfort to me.

So next time you light a fire,
Remember to nestle up close.
For it has the comfort of a thousand hearts.
And it will never leave if you do your part.