My teeth begin to chatter,
My toes curl up with cold,
My fingers are blue and numbing,
As winter seeps through my clothes.
The sun shines down on the frozen streets,
And the dusted hills and valleys,
And somewhere in a village there are children making magic,
There shrieks and cries do make me smile,
Their laughter never dieing,
To know I helped to make them smile,
Brings a tear to my eye.
I dance through the streets all night long,
With a paintbrush in my hand,
The stars watched my graffiti as it smothered all the land,
And now I sit and smile as the sun melts all my work