In the quiet of the winter’s night,
The stars above shine crystal bright.
A blanket of snow, pure and white,
Wraps the world in serene light.

The trees stand tall, their branches bare,
Whispering secrets to the chilly air.
The moon’s soft glow, a silver glare,
Reflects on the snow, everywhere.

Footprints mark the silent ground,
Echoes of a world profound.
Each step a gentle, muted sound,
In winter’s spell, we are bound.

As icy winds begin to blow,
Nature dances in the snow.
Winter’s beauty starts to show,
In its quiet, soothing flow.