In the quiet woods where silence speaks,
Frost walks paths where shadows creep.
With gentle rhyme, his stories unfold,
Whispering secrets of the bold and old.

His pen, a wand of nature’s grace,
Paints the world with an endless embrace.
Roads diverge beneath his steady gaze,
Crafting tales that forever amaze.

Seasons change in his lyrical dance,
Frost captures life’s fleeting glance.
Through snowy fields and autumn’s glow,
His words guide where dreams flow.

A poet’s soul in every verse,
Exploring worlds both vast and terse.
Robert Frost, with wisdom’s light,
Illuminates our darkest night.