Note: I do NOT own the character Jack Frost.

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The morning sun shone down on the green spring hills, reaching its arms of warmth out to the world after a long winter. Trees sprouted brand new leaves and colorful tulips climbed to the sky after staying in hiding underground. Snow white daisies popped open like fireworks on the Fourth of July. A graceful doe bounded across the meadow, a young fawn following close behind.

I took a deep breath, taking in the smell of grass and pollen. With each step I took, flowers bloomed beneath my feet in bright colors. After a terrible winter of sickness, it was finally the end of April: springtime. In fact, as soon as the snow had started to melt, I felt my weakness fade. When the flowers came up from their winter hibernation, I felt even better.

It had been ten years since that first terrible winter when I had suffered.

I draw power and energy when the plants grow, I thought, and when they die in the winter, I grow weak with them.

Suddenly, the glowing gold orb on my staff glowed brighter and caught my attention. Inside the orb, there was a small, lively town still covered in snow. Duty called for me to help the town transfer from winter to spring.

"Wind, take me to the town!" I cried, and up and away the wind took me. I laughed and smiled as the warm wind whipped my golden braid behind me, and the strings on my jade green hoodie flew, too. Flowers in my hair fell from my hair and gently floated down to Earth below. Staff in hand, the wind took high into the sky to my destination.

The wind landed me at the entrance of the town. I shivered as my bare feet touched the frozen, snowy ground. The flowers that grew beneath my feet immediately died with the frost. I smiled; this would be a beautiful town after I, Mother Nature, touched it up.

My feet took me forward and I took my staff, hovering it close to the ground but not quite touching. Underneath the glowing orb, the ice melted and fresh grass grew. Red Azaleas and pink Cosmos opened up to the sunshine. Bluebells and Silver bells silently rang with the joy and hope of spring. I made my way to the orchards and fields of crops, making the apple and cherry trees blossom and watching as the carrots and lettuce grew. I finished off the job with my favorite, the Irises that opened their majestic blue and purple petals on the edge of the small lake nearby. I stroked the soft, delicate petals with my finger, and then turned to watch as the villagers awakened from their nighttime slumber and emerged from their homes to be welcomed by the beauty of spring. The young girls kneeled down and smell the flowers and the boys would run about, chasing each other and tumbling in the new grass.

I strolled through the townhouses, watching as they admired the bright colors.

"Momma, what happened to the snow?" I heard one little girl ask her mother.

"Well," the mother replied, "Jack Frost had to go take a vacation after keeping everything cold all winter. When he leaves, the snow melts, and it becomes spring."

I frowned and walked up to the girl, getting on one knee so I would be her height. "Mother Nature makes the flowers grow," I said hopefully. "She takes her magic staff and melts the snow, so spring can come."

The little girl smiled at her mother then ran right through me to go play with her friends.

I watched with sadness as the girls and boys played in grass. They didn't appreciate my work. They didn't know I existed.

With a heavy heart, I flew to the top of a house and sat on the rooftop, my feet hanging down. Vines started growing around where I sat, and formed into the shape of a guitar. I picked it up, making a pick out of tree bark, and strummed the guitar experimentally. When I was satisfied with how it sounded, I began to sing.

People say we got it made

Don't they know we're so afraid?

Isolation

We're afraid to be alone

Everybody got to have a home

Isolation

Just a boy and a little girl

Trying to change the whole wide world

Isolation

The world is just a little town

Everybody trying to put us down

Isolation

I don't expect you to understand

After you've caused so much pain

But then again, you're not to blame

You're just a human, a victim of the insane

We're afraid of everyone

Afraid of the sun

Isolation

The sun will never disappear

But the world may not have many years

Isolation

"Wow, you have a beautiful voice."