The first snow falls, a silent hymn,
Whispering tales of winter’s whim.
Each flake, a story, pure and bright,
Painting the world in tranquil white.

Beneath this blanket, soft and cold,
Dreams of warmth and tales untold.
Footprints fade in its gentle sweep,
As nature’s lullaby lulls to sleep.

Trees adorned in crystal gowns,
Sparkling under the moonlight’s crown.
The air, so crisp, a breath of song,
Echoes through the night, all winter long.

In this serene, enchanted sphere,
Hearts find peace, the soul draws near.
Snow’s embrace, both fierce and kind,
Leaves an imprint on heart and mind.