In the stillness of the night they fall,
Tiny whispers from the sky above,
Each unique, a frozen call,
Dancing softly, a gentle love.

Crystalline stars on a carpet white,
Silently weaving tales untold,
They drift and settle, pure delight,
In their fragile beauty, bold.

A tapestry of dreams they weave,
Lacing the earth in a winter’s embrace,
In their fleeting grace, we believe,
Capturing moments in time and space.

Snowflakes, messengers of the cold,
In their descent, a story unfolds,
A fleeting beauty, timeless and old,
A dance of whispers the night beholds.