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

I'm not a fancy noble, nor can I bite and roar; Some people find me pretty, but by others, I'm abhorred. You may see me in your neighbor's yard, but hopefully not in yours.