Snowflakes dance in the silent night,
Draping the world in a blanket of white.
Each flake a whisper, a delicate trace,
Of winter’s cold and gentle embrace.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver sheen,
A wonderland, serene and pristine.
Trees bow with their icy crown,
As silence falls without a sound.

Footprints fade in the frosty glow,
Paths hidden under the drifting snow.
A tranquil peace in the air so clear,
Winter’s magic, drawing near.

In this realm where time stands still,
Hearts are warmed against the chill.
The snow’s soft whisper, a tender song,
In winter’s embrace, we belong.