Dressed as a performer,  I stand with my signature scarf,  coal lips, and twig arms. I play  many different roles, my expression  is always changing. Present on snowy lawns, parks, and schools. The laughter of children surrounds me in the cold air, as leaves crunch under a soft blanket of snow. My smile shines for others to see, so they may take in  all my beauty before I disappear. The sun beams down on me, day after day, trickles of  water drip and drip, changing my form from a once  stunning star to nothing but a forgotten puddle. That's how I know spring has arrived.