Here is a picture of the framed piece I talked about and I have also copied the poem I wrote.

The skies are turning a dull gray as the winds blow a chilling blast,
Each step resounds on the frosty ground.
The Frost Fairy has come at last to play within the canyon of time.
Crystal clear she lays on the river and lakes,
The trees she robes with the purest white,
With icicles shimming with rainbow hues and light.
Magic flowers in loving shapes, are part of her own devise,
She makes the windows gay with delight.
　
　
As the moon watches with surprise
For this is all done in a single might
Winter is coming , the Frost Fairy is working her magic,
As the winds blows, the Snow Fairy will be coming out to play.
Snow will be falling in the canyon of time.
May you find the time to come out dancing in the night,
And join the Frost Fairy dancing in the moonlight.
helping her make magic frost, looking like magical flowers in delight.
And icicles with rainbow hues and light.
　
So … Please ,Come out and dance,
Dance with the Fairies of Winter
Before it slips away.