Amidst the hush of snowy fields,
Where winter's grip a beauty wields,
Silent whispers fill the air,
A frosty tale beyond compare.
The trees stand tall in frozen grace,
Their branches adorned with icy lace,
A world of white, serene and still,
As time itself seems to fulfill.
Beneath the blanket of starry night,
The earth is bathed in lunar light,
Each snowflake glistens in its flight,
A symphony of whispers, soft and bright.
In this tranquil, icy domain,
Where nature's artistry shall reign,
Listen closely, hear the refrain,
Of silent whispers that sustain.
The world may slumber, yet it speaks,
In language only the heart seeks,
A winter's tale, where silence peaks,
In whispers gentle, mild and meek.
Oh, let us cherish this quiet scene,
Where peace and beauty intervene,
In silent whispers, pure and keen,
A winter's wonderland, serene.
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