In the silent realm of winter’s grace,
Snowflakes descend with tender touch,
Each one unique in its delicate embrace,
A dance of purity, a world so hushed.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
The landscape’s cloaked in a pristine veil,
Whispering secrets only snow can know,
A tranquil beauty that will never pale.

Trees adorned in shimmering white,
Stand as sentinels in the frosty air,
Their branches bow under the weight so slight,
Nature’s artwork, beyond compare.

Footsteps crunch on paths untrod,
Leaving traces in the powdered ground,
A fleeting mark of where we’ve trod,
In this wonderland, where magic’s found.