In the silent night, they softly fall,
Tiny whispers from the sky’s gentle call.
Each one unique in its fleeting grace,
A delicate dance in winter’s embrace.

They drift and swirl in the cold night air,
Weaving patterns, intricate and rare.
A tapestry spun by nature’s hand,
Blanketing softly the frozen land.

Beneath the moon’s watchful silver gaze,
They shimmer and gleam in a frosty haze.
A silent symphony, pure and bright,
Turning the world into a canvas of white.

As dawn breaks through the chilly morn,
The snowflakes glisten, a world reborn.
In their quiet beauty, a story unfolds,
Of winter’s magic in the cold it holds.