Please write a poem on Why winter is the best or Why summer is the worst.

                                                            "Wintertime"

                                                          by theLocoCoco

What a grand time it is,

when the weather is cooling.

When the frost is on the grass,

and the crispy air is cooling!

What a grand time it is,

this wintertime. Where little boys

and little girls run swiftly

to make their frozen people.

How grand this time is!

The time when all heat is gone,

yet I feel great remorse when

I know it too, soon shall go.

the answer is both an appeal to ethos and logos (if that's what your question options were)

answer = d. hope this . : -d