I wake up,I walk out the door.The dew smells like flowers.As I walk,I feel the morning mist brush against my tired face.I see the daisiesso bright and blue.As I touch them the dew falls off and onto my foot,chilling me to the bone.As I walk through the forest the dew falls off the treesand keeps me cold.As I walk home the trees shake in the breeze, all the dew fallsonto my face.Now I am as cold as winter,as cold as a polar bear.