In the hush of winter’s embrace,
Snowflakes dance with gentle grace,
Whispers of stories unfold,
In a world painted white and cold.

Beneath the sky, a soft parade,
Of snow that falls, a silken cascade,
Each flake a dream from skies above,
A gentle touch, a silent love.

Trees adorned in crystal gowns,
While the earth wears its snowy crowns,
All is calm, in this frozen sphere,
Silent songs only the heart can hear.

In this realm of purest white,
Time slows down, in the softest light,
A world reborn, serene and still,
Where winter’s magic weaves its will.