In the hush of winter’s breath, they fall,
Tiny dancers in the chill of night,
Each flake a whispered secret call,
Painting the earth with a veil of white.

Like fragile stars upon the ground,
They gather softly, side by side,
A silent choir without a sound,
In their presence, the world is wide.

Beneath the moon’s gentle gaze they rest,
A fleeting moment in the cold,
In their brief beauty, we are blessed,
As stories of the past unfold.

So let us cherish their gentle grace,
These snowflakes, ephemeral and pure,
In their dance, time slows its pace,
In their presence, our hearts endure.