In the hush of winter's night, A dance begins, so pure and white, Snowflakes drift with silent

grace, Transforming earth's familiar face.

Each flake a gem, unique, divine, Descending from a sky's design, They twirl and swirl in cold
delight, A ballet in the soft moonlight.

The world is wrapped in soft embrace, A quilt of snow, a gentle lace, It muffles sound, it slows
the pace, A tranquil, frosty, wondrous space.

Trees adorned in crystal gowns, A silent stillness over towns, Footprints trace a fleeting mark, In
this serene, white, winter park.

Chimneys puff with warming breath, A contrast to the cold's caress, Children’s laughter fills the
air, Building snowmen, without a care.

The morning light on snowy plains, Reflects a glow that softly wanes, A fleeting beauty, pure
and brief, An icy kiss, a winter’s leaf.

So let us cherish snow's embrace, Its fleeting charm, its quiet grace, For in its cold, we find a
fire, A gentle calm, a heart's desire.

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