In the silence of the night, snow begins to fall,
Each flake a whisper, a story to recall.
Blanketing the earth in a pure white quilt,
A gentle touch, a world rebuilt.

The moonlight dances on the frosty ground,
In this serene quiet, peace is found.
Trees adorned with glistening crowns,
Nature’s grace in winter’s gowns.

Footprints etch a path of wonder,
As the world lies still, lost in slumber.
The air is crisp, the night is clear,
A moment frozen, held so dear.

In every flake, a dream descends,
A promise of beginnings, of winters’ ends.
Snowflakes whisper, softly they confide,
In winter’s arms, we find our guide.