The year starts off,
In an
Icy,
Cold,
Fridge.
Freezing,
Like a
Cold,
Wet,
Cave, isolated from everyone else.
The fridge door opens,
Cold air rushing out,
escaping from the cold prison.
Warm air crawling in,
exploring the new space,
seeking for more.
Slowly, creeping in
little
By
little.
Until the fridge warms up.
The sun shining so bright.
Welcoming more.
One day,
The fridge is
MELTING
From
Heat,
Until the sun,
Escapes the sky,
And hides behind the clouds.
A cold breeze
Chases the wind,
And
SLAMS
The fridge door
Shut!
Coldness enters once again,
Until the fridge returns to its icy state,
And the year is over.