The Winter Queen is dead
She shed her icy rime from her crown
And from melting points of her tear-drop puddles
We see the sun.

I'm alive in the warmth of the golden glow,
Solar powered the way the cells swell
And I'm here, by the shoreline
Watching the waves crash and swallow castles.

Can in hand,
Resolved with the optimistic: "Yes I can!"
While taking the hoppy sleek liquid down with a swig
A pale ale with tropical taste,
Much like how I like the early sunset
This brew --

Tasty and hazy.