Winter whispers through the trees,
A symphony of snowflakes, soft and pure.
The world is hushed, in silent pleas,
As nature’s canvas finds its cure.

Frosted windows, icy breath,
A crystal dance in moonlit nights.
The chill of winter’s cold caress,
Transforms the world to frosty sights.

Boots crunching in the powder white,
Each step a print in fleeting time.
The air is sharp, the stars are bright,
A season’s song, a timeless rhyme.

Beneath the blanket, dreams take flight,
In winter’s embrace, hearts ignite.
The magic of the silent night,
A world at peace, pure and bright.