I grow without a root or seed, from dripping water slowed by freeze. I hang like glass from roof or stone, what am I, winter grown?

Wooden retreats in nature's embrace, where logs stack up to form a cozy place. A rustic escape with a crackling fire, nestled in forests where dreams transpire.

Thriving in the cold and always wearing a tux where everyone froze I dare not jump the shark

Roaring applause from the heavens, a drummer with no hands, its voice shakes the timid, announcing the storm's grand plan.

With the company of stars I sit night after night, Sometimes round, sometimes new, And reflect the day's light.