In the silent hush of winter’s breath,
Where frost-kissed branches lie in wait,
We find the echoes of our fate,
In shadows cast by death’s cold wraith.

The snowflakes fall in quiet grace,
A shroud of white on earth’s embrace,
Each flake a whisper from the past,
A memory that will not last.

Beneath the ice, where stillness reigns,
Lies the truth of life’s refrain,
That all must end, and all must fade,
In winter’s grip, we’re all betrayed.

Yet in this chill, a beauty lies,
A fleeting glimpse of timeless skies,
For in the end, we all must see,
In death, there lies eternity.