In the quiet hush of a winter’s night,
Snowflakes whisper secrets of the sky,
Blanketing the earth in a soft, white light,
A silent symphony that makes us sigh.

Each flake a unique and fragile dream,
Dancing gently in the cold night’s air,
Reflecting moonlight in a muted gleam,
A fleeting beauty beyond compare.

The world slows down, wrapped in nature’s art,
Footsteps muffled in the snowy glow,
Hearts warmed by the cold, a strange paradox,
In the tender touch of the falling snow.

As dawn approaches, the magic remains,
A frozen tapestry that time won’t erase,
In every flake, a story contained,
The silent symphony of winter’s embrace.