In the stillness of the night, snow begins to fall,
Each flake a whispered secret, answering winter’s call.
It blankets the earth in a serene, white shroud,
Silencing the world, both gentle and proud.

Trees stand tall, adorned in icy grace,
Their branches bowing under winter’s embrace.
Footsteps crunch in the pristine, frosty ground,
Echoing softly, the only sound.

The moonlight dances on the snow’s bright gleam,
Turning the landscape into a silver dream.
Stars twinkle above in a cold, clear sky,
Watching over the world as the night drifts by.

Hearts warm by the fire’s flickering glow,
While outside continues the silent snow.
Nature’s lullaby, a peaceful song,
Whispering tales of winter all night long.