Beneath a sky of endless white,
The ice lies still, a crystal sheet,
A mirror to the stars at night,
Where dreams and earth so softly meet.
The silent whisper of the frost,
Encasing all in winter’s breath,
A moment’s beauty, never lost,
A dance of life, a touch of death.
The world in frozen splendor gleams,
Each flake a tale of time untold,
In icy realms, we chase our dreams,
In winter’s arms, so strong and cold.
Yet in this stillness, life persists,
Beneath the ice, the heartbeats flow,
For even in the coldest mists,
The warmth of life will always grow.