I emerge from a tear that refused to fall, leading to a deadly point's formation. I may look as pretty as a crystal, but heavy is my potential to be fatal. So beware! Do not to fall for my illusion. Steer clear from beneath me to avoid misfortune.

I am born of coldness, die into frost, yet in the middle, heat and life resides. I am counted, divided, yet whole, And return again, eternal as tides

I move so fast and can’t wait for you. Still, you can see me near and far

I bend but I never break. I can allow you to see, but I can also take it away. Sometimes I bounce, sometimes I cease to exist.

it keeps you alive, yet you only see it in the dead of winter