Queen and king of the winter kingdom revived their very first child; the child fell from the sky;
it vanished on a warm cheek, though the little child was not alone—if had plenty of siblings.
Snowflakes of the queen and king rained from the sky, covering the northern isle;
as they fell they aged; they danced; they screamed of joy.

Winter has come to greet the world, in a white dress; in a breeze of cold; in darkness;
also, it welcomes the world through the little white lights falling.
The children of the queen and king greet all the species below, with tiny little hugs and kisses;
short in their life, but wonderous to the world as they fall.

Be greeted children of ice; of nothing warm; of winter long, we salute you back.
As your siblings will fall, remember you are beautiful, not always fondly remembered but beautiful.