In the hush of winter’s gentle breath,
The world is wrapped in a cloak of white,
Trees stand silent, draped in frost,
As stars adorn the endless night.

The air is crisp, a crystal chill,
Each flake a dancer in the breeze,
Whispering secrets to the earth,
In a language only silence sees.

Beneath the snow, a quiet dream,
Of spring’s return, of life reborn,
Yet winter holds its tranquil reign,
A kingdom where no heart is torn.

And in this stillness, peace resides,
A moment’s pause, a gentle grace,
As nature sleeps beneath the stars,
In winter’s silent, soft embrace.