Softly falls the winter’s grace,
A world transformed in white,
Whispers of the snowflakes’ dance,
Beneath the pale moonlight.

Each flake a story, pure and true,
Descending from the sky,
Blanketing the earth below,
In a silent lullaby.

Trees adorned in crystal coats,
A sparkling, frosty sheen,
Nature’s art in frozen form,
A tranquil, serene scene.

Footsteps crunch on icy paths,
Breaking silence, soft and slow,
A fleeting mark upon the earth,
In the gentle, drifting snow.