In the hush of a winter’s night, they descend,
Snowflakes, tiny whispers in the chill,
Each one a unique story to send,
A silent ballet, serene and still.

Dancing in the moonlight’s gentle embrace,
They twirl and glide, a delicate show,
Fragile yet fearless in their endless chase,
Weaving a tapestry of pure white glow.

Upon the earth, they lay a soft quilt,
Blanketing the world in a shimmer of peace,
In their fleeting beauty, no guilt,
Just a moment of time, then they cease.

Yet in their brief existence, they remind,
Of nature’s wonders, simple and grand,
That in each flake, a marvel we find,
A fleeting touch of winter’s gentle hand.