Her name was Snow, and her house was on the tree. One day she met him, he was a beautiful seed, blue like the sky, flying lightly. Together they played, made matches, lived adventures, and emotions.

Then winter knocked on the door, and the seed said that he had to go and retreat under the ground. Snow felt sad and waited... Spring came, as always.

The surprise was great. A sprout with the sky-colored leaves was growing slowly, silently.

They recognized themselves and met again. Snow took care of the small tree that grew majestic.

Snow carried his cottage on the tree with the leaves of the color of the sky and they never left.

With delicate poetry, the story of a friendship that has no bounds or time.

A story that speaks of the renewal of the seasons, the expectation, the emotions,

the joy of meeting again.