On the longest night, the world stands still,
Wrapped in a blanket of shimmering chill.
Stars whisper secrets from a silent sky,
As the moon casts a watchful eye.

Frosty breath paints tales untold,
In the air, crisp and cold.
Trees stand as sentinels, tall and grand,
Guarding dreams across the land.

Shadows stretch, in the pale moonlight,
Dancing gently through the night.
Every flake of snow, a story weaves,
In the hush of winter eves.

As dawn breaks, with a gentle sigh,
The sun returns to a quiet sky.
Hope blooms anew in the frosty air,
On this solstice, serene and fair.