In the stillness of winter, when the world turns cold,
A delicate ballet unfolds, as the snowflakes unfold.
Softly, they descend from the clouds above,
Covering the earth in a blanket of white, like a symbol of love.
Each snowflake, unique in its intricate design,
Falls with grace, leaving no trace behind.
They dance in the air, in a whimsical display,
A symphony of silence, casting worries away.
The moonlight gleams upon their frozen path,
Illuminating the night with an ethereal bath.
They paint the world with purity, in shades so bright,
A tranquil scene that captivates, through the darkest night.
As they gently land upon the earth's embrace,
A hush falls upon us, a pause in the race.
The world stands still, as time seems to freeze,
And in this moment, our restless hearts find ease.
With each step we take, a soft crunch underfoot,
We leave imprints behind, as proof of our pursuit.
But the snow remains, unyielding and pure,
A reminder of nature's beauty, forever to endure.
And as we marvel at this frozen tableau,
A solemn serenity begins to grow.
For in the silence of snowfall, we find solace and peace,
A moment to reflect, where our worries cease.
So let the snowflakes fall, in their delicate descent,
And in their presence, may our spirits find content.
For in the whispers of the snow, a message to behold,
That even in silence, the beauty of life unfolds.
