In the quiet hush of winter’s night,
Snowflakes dance in the moon’s soft light.
Each one a whisper, a gentle touch,
Weaving a blanket, cold yet lush.

Beneath the trees, the forest sighs,
Silent tales of ancient skies.
Footsteps vanish, paths erased,
Nature’s secrets, softly placed.

The world transformed, a canvas white,
Stars above, gleaming bright.
Hearts warmed by fireside’s glow,
As outside falls the silent snow.

In this serene, enchanted scene,
Dreams are born of things unseen.
The snow, a symphony of peace,
A fleeting moment, time’s release.