Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
Ice whispers secrets of ages past,
Crystals form in delicate dance,
A fleeting beauty, destined not to last.
The world holds its breath in icy slumber,
Stars above twinkle with a frozen light,
Each flake a masterpiece of nature’s wonder,
A fragile art in the quiet night.
In stillness, the earth wraps its cold embrace,
Rivers pause beneath a glassy sheen,
Time slows, and in this frozen space,
Dreams unfurl in a world serene.
Yet beneath the ice, life quietly stirs,
Awaiting the sun’s warm, golden kiss,
A reminder that even in the chill, hope persists,
In the heart of winter’s silent bliss.