In the hush of winter’s gentle breath,
The world wears a cloak of frosted white,
Trees stand like sentinels in the stillness,
Guardians of the night’s quiet peace.

Snowflakes dance in the moonlit air,
Each one a fleeting, delicate dream,
They gather in soft, silent drifts,
Blanketing the earth in serene slumber.

The crisp air carries whispers of time,
A lullaby sung by the northern winds,
Echoes of forgotten tales and dreams,
Wrapped in the chill of winter’s embrace.

Beneath the icy gaze of the stars,
The world pauses in tranquil reflection,
Awaiting the gentle warmth of dawn,
In winter’s serene and timeless hold.