She made him out of snow and hope and dreams. She loved him with all her heart. But anything made out of snow must eventually fade away.
 

At winter's very first day a little girl made a dragon out of snow Formed by dreams and small red mittens he soared into the frozen skies taking her with him And every morning she would wake up smiling with anticipation her cheeks already burning with the cold outside But winter faded stepping aside for spring and one day - as the girl sat imprisoned inside eating her dinner - the dragon flew higher and higher than he had ever flown before He bathed in sunlight roaring in delight with life and freedom as his wings slowly melted away And when the girl found her friend he was little more than a pile of snow and just as lifeless In her heart she mourned him until next winter's very first day when a little girl made a dragon out of snow and dreams and joy