In the silent woods where Frost’s whispers roam,
Among the birches, dreams find their home.
The path unwinds through shadows and light,
Echoes of solitude in the soft moon’s sight.

With every step, the snow speaks gently,
Tales of seasons past, told intently.
The chill in the air holds stories untold,
In Frost’s embrace, the world unfolds.

A journey through silence, where thoughts confide,
In the heart of the forest, where secrets reside.
The whispers of leaves, a quiet refrain,
Guiding the wanderer through joy and pain.

In the quietude of night, stars softly gleam,
Reflecting the dreams in Frost’s icy stream.
A tapestry woven with words and time,
In the poet’s woods, everything rhymes.