Beneath the silent twilight’s glow,
The earth is wrapped in soft, white snow.
Each flake descends with gentle grace,
Transforming all in its embrace.

The trees stand tall in winter’s shroud,
Their branches bowing, white and proud.
A hush envelopes all around,
As snowflakes drift without a sound.

Footsteps fade in icy trails,
As winter’s magic softly hails.
The world, it seems, is held in pause,
By snow’s serene and gentle laws.

In every flake, a story lies,
Of winter’s beauty, pure and wise.
A fleeting dance upon the breeze,
That paints the world with tranquil ease.