In the cradle of the frozen dawn,
Where whispers of the night are drawn,
The snowflakes dance in gentle grace,
Painting dreams on nature’s face.

Through barren trees, the wind does weave,
A tale of warmth we often leave,
Yet in this chill, a beauty lies,
Beneath the pale and muted skies.

The rivers rest in icy chains,
While silence in the forest reigns,
A quietude both deep and wide,
Where secrets of the earth abide.

And as the world in white is dressed,
We find in winter’s heart, a rest,
A pause, a breath, a calm retreat,
Where time and space in stillness meet.