The wind of winter.

 Just like the shadow in the winter.

 No smell and no color.

 We can’t touched you,  And nobody seem you.

 But you are there.

  The endless shadow.

 On the top of tower.

 On the end of trees.

  On every morning. When you  wake up to me.

  You are an ambassador of the spring and the shine in morning.

 Do you willing make friend with me?

 Obviously,  you are already knocked my window gently.