Gentle whispers fall from the sky,
Blanketing the earth in pure white.
Each flake a story, each drift a sigh,
Dancing softly in the quiet night.

Trees stand tall in their icy attire,
Glimmering under the moon’s soft light.
The world is still, as if in a dream,
Wrapped in the embrace of winter’s might.

Footprints vanish in the powdery veil,
Secrets hidden beneath the snow.
The landscape whispers tales of old,
In a language only the wind can know.

As dawn breaks, the world awakens,
Crystals sparkle in the morning sun.
A new day begins, fresh and pristine,
In the silent beauty of winter begun.