A winter breeze sweeps through the land,
its breath is cold, the snow expands.
The fields lie still in quiet grace,
beneath the stars’ eternal gaze.

The forests whisper soft and low,
of tales the winter winds bestow.
The branches gleam with crystal light,
as frost and ice begin their flight.

The lakes lie sleeping, firmly bound,
by icy veils, so clear, profound.
A frosty charm adorns the mead,
a canvas Nature paints indeed.

The silence hums its winter song,
the storm has ceased; life moves along,
retreating deep to warmth and fire,
while outside shines the world entire.

The winter, king of icy days,
brings peace where chaos often sways.
His cloak, so white, serene and pure,
brings dreams to rest, grants strength for sure.

So we behold the chilly might,
that wraps us close in every night.
A magic dwells in snow and ice—
the winter speaks, and all is wise.