Jack Frost, meet Mother Nature

She walked slowly through the woods, her long green like hair softly lifting as the breeze blew through the lanky trees. The sun was shining brightly through the now bare branches of the birch trees that surrounded her. Spring was approaching, as the snow was slowly thawing away showing new life underneath. Everything she touched, new life would sprout; she was Mother Nature after all. She helped bring all the seasons throughout the year, while others helped move it along. Winter was at its end, and spring needed to start making its presence. Nature would find herself idly walking thinking about nothing yet everything at the same time. The thought of how she got her had made its way to her head. It had been quite some time since the moon man had chosen her to be Mother Nature, but what was before her? That was an answer she knew she would never find. Sighing she shook off the thought and let her bare feet guide her way to the edge of the woods. The snow glistened like diamonds around her as she neared an open meadow.  It looked like the frost had just settled its beautiful design on the ground.  Another day's work for him, she thought to herself.  Her bare feet left small footsteps in the snow trailing behind her. You could just start seeing the small sprouts of new grass trying to push their way through the heavy snow. Her bright blue eyes wandered to where some children were playing, throwing the last snowballs of the season at each other. A smile crept onto her face as she watched them, the joys of children, their laughter, their smiles, everything she would always try to bring to their faces.  Although longing to enjoy the company of children and having snowball fights with them, she continued on her way through the meadow, adding small patches of grass here and there. A family chuckle sounded in her ears, but she paid no attention towards it.  Nature was concentrating on her craftsmanship, deciding which wild flowers would go where this year. A cool breeze lifted her hair off her back, making Nature faintly get cold.  Turning around, Nature couldn't see anyone behind or near her, just the faint familiar chuckle again.