In the quiet hush of the morning light,Snowflakes drift on a gentle breeze,Like whispers from the silver skies,Weaving a tapestry of dreams with ease.The earth dons a cloak of purest white,A canvas painted by winter’s hand,Each flake a story, unique and bright,As they settle softly upon the land.Silence reigns in the frozen air,Broken only by the crunching snow,Footsteps mark the journey rare,Through a world where time moves slow.In this serene and frosty realm,Nature’s beauty takes its throne,Amidst the snow, we find ourselves,In the quiet, we are never alone.