Step into a winter morning, frost beneath your feet,
tasting the crisp sweetness.
A stream of ice cream’s tender bliss flows gently,
whispering between dreams and reality,
weaving a soft-spoken ode to the daybreak.
In the embrace of velvety cream, she lies curled,
a tale born of slumber and magic’s spell.
Slowly, silently, she awakens—
carrying hidden encouragement,
infusing hearts with a quiet strength.
Each bite, a tender harmony, where weary souls find peace.