Spreading

It's in the air,
Spreading,
But this is a feeling,
Not meant to be be seen.

It attacks every soul,
Just before the first piece of white falls to the ground,
Even though coldness is in the air,
We give this feeling of warmth to all near.

For every nice person,
For every giving person,
For every contemplative person,
For every absolutely lovely person,

Thank you,
For giving and spreading thanks.