In the hush of winter’s breath, we find
A world wrapped tight in silver lace,
The trees stand tall, their branches lined,
With frost that paints a silent grace.

Beneath the moon’s ethereal glow,
The snowflakes dance in gentle flight,
A tranquil calm in winter’s show,
Where darkness yields to soft moonlight.

The air is crisp, the world is still,
As nature sleeps in quiet rest,
Each moment holds a magic thrill,
In winter’s heart, we are blessed.

So let us wander, hand in hand,
Through this serene, enchanted land,
Embracing winter’s whispering call,
In its gentle, embracing thrall.