In the quiet of the night, the first flake descends,
A delicate whisper, a promise it sends.
Soft and silent, it blankets the earth,
Bringing a moment of pure, peaceful mirth.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery glow,
The world transforms in the presence of snow.
Trees stand tall, adorned in white lace,
Each branch a testament to winter’s grace.

Footsteps crunch in the stillness, a muffled song,
As if the world pauses, where time doesn’t belong.
Children laugh, their cheeks flushed with cold,
Finding joy in stories the snow has told.

As dawn breaks, the horizon gleams,
Snowflakes sparkle like forgotten dreams.
In this fleeting, frozen land of delight,
Winter whispers secrets through the night.