In the quiet hush of winter’s breath,
Snow whispers secrets to the earth,
Each flake a gentle, fleeting note,
In the symphony of night’s soft mirth.

The moonlight dances on a frozen stream,
Casting shadows on the snow-clad ground,
A world of dreams in silver gleam,
Where silence is the only sound.

Beneath the stars, the world is still,
A tranquil sea of white and blue,
The snow holds stories yet untold,
Of winter’s magic, pure and true.

In this serene, ethereal realm,
Time slows its pace, a gentle flow,
Embraced by night, the snowflakes fall,
Creating beauty with each breath they sow.