In the quiet hush of winter’s night,
Softly falls the snow, pure and white.
Each flake a whisper, a tale untold,
Of dreams and memories, gently unfold.

Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery glow,
The world transforms, a magical show.
Trees dressed in lace, a frosty attire,
Whispering secrets, hearts to inspire.

Footprints trace paths in the virgin snow,
Echoes of journeys, where few dare to go.
Silence surrounds, a serene, soft song,
A winter’s lullaby, peaceful and long.

In the delicate dance of each falling flake,
Nature’s pure artistry, a masterpiece to make.
A symphony silent, yet profoundly deep,
The world in snow’s embrace, peacefully asleep.