In silence falls the snow, so pure and bright,
A tranquil blanket on the earth below,
Each flake a whisper in the quiet night,
As winter breathes its soft and gentle glow.

The trees stand tall, adorned in frosted lace,
Their branches bow beneath the icy weight,
A stillness wraps the world in cold embrace,
As nature pauses, hushed and delicate.

The crisp air carries tales of days gone by,
Of laughter echoing through snowy fields,
Beneath the starry, vast and endless sky,
Where dreams of warmth and light the heart reveals.

Yet in this chill, a warmth begins to grow,
As hearts find solace in the winter’s grace,
For in the cold, the bonds of love we know,
Are kindled bright, in this serene, white space.