In the quiet hush of morning light,Snowflakes drift like whispered dreams,Gently painting the world in white,Where silence reigns, and beauty gleams.
Each flake a story, soft and pure,Falling from the heavens high,Crafting landscapes that endure,Beneath the vast and endless sky.
Among the pines, they softly land,Wrapping each branch in cold embrace,A fleeting touch from nature’s hand,Transforming earth, a gentle grace.
As day gives way to twilight’s glow,The snow reflects the fading light,A silent dance of falling snow,Embracing all in velvet night.