Sparkling like lemonade
The spider clings to what it's made.
Through the icy blue haze
A web glistens and it stays.
Frozen in space flies stay still
The temperature drops to an icy chill
Mist freezes and develops into fog
Confusing the path of the hedgehog.
It bumps into bubbles around the drain
Popping them with spikes which feels like rain.
The Fairy ring is always at the bottom of the lane
Without it the street would not be the same.
And this is where the blackbird sings.
It's early morning and another day begins.