In the heart of the longest night,
Beneath a sky of endless stars,
The world holds its breath in quiet delight,
As the solstice whispers through the dark.

The trees stand cloaked in silver frost,
Their branches weaving tales untold,
Echoing the dreams we thought were lost,
In the chill of winter’s cold embrace.

A gentle moon bathes the earth in light,
Guiding spirits through the frozen air,
As shadows dance in the soft moonlight,
Crafting a tapestry beyond compare.

Hope awakens with the dawn’s soft hue,
Promising the sun’s return anew,
In the stillness, dreams are born anew,
As winter’s night gives way to morning’s view.