Hanging from the roof, shining bright,
Icicles glisten in the morning light.
Dripping slowly, like a crystal tear,
Winter's artwork, so beautiful and clear.
Icicles, icicles, hanging down,
Sparkling jewels of winter's crown.
In the cold air, they sway and gleam,
Nature’s magic, like a winter dream.
As the sun shines, they start to fade,
But in our hearts, their beauty stays made.
Icicles, icicles, a lovely sight,
Whispers of winter, pure and white.