Silent snowflakes kiss the ground,
Soft as whispers, without a sound.
A world in white, so pure, so bright,
Bathed beneath the silver light.
Frozen rivers hum their song,
A lullaby, both still and strong.
Bare trees dance in moonlit glow,
Wrapped in robes of fallen snow.
Footsteps fade on icy streams,
Like fleeting thoughts in frozen dreams.
Yet in the cold, a warmth remains,
The hush of peace in winter’s veins.
