In the silent night, they softly descend,
Snowflakes whisper, as dreams begin to blend.
Each a delicate art, unique and bright,
A fleeting wonder, in the moon’s gentle light.
They twirl in the air, a ballet of grace,
Painting the world with a tender embrace.
Fragile yet bold, they silently speak,
Of winter’s magic, both gentle and sleek.
Upon the earth, a blanket they weave,
Telling stories of seasons with each reprieve.
In their transient dance, they softly convey,
The beauty in change, as night turns to day.
Melted by dawn, yet remembered anew,
Snowflakes linger in memories, fresh as dew.
Whispering secrets in their crystalline art,
A fleeting promise that touches the heart.