In the heart of winter's breath, the snowflakes fall,
A silent dance, a whispered call.
Through towering trees, the branches bend,
As if the world itself would tend
To the soft blanket of white that covers the ground,
A pristine silence, no echo, no sound.
The forest stands, both still and bold,
A story of beauty in the winter cold.
The evergreen pines, so tall, so green,
Glistening with snow, a sight unseen.
Their needles shiver in the frost’s embrace,
Yet they wear their crown with quiet grace.
Each tree is a sentinel, strong and true,
Guarding secrets old and new.
The world seems small, yet vast, and deep,
As nature's wonders gently sleep.
The snowflakes kiss the earth so light,
Turning the world into purest white.
A blanket soft, a quiet sigh,
As flakes descend from the muted sky.
Each one unique, a fleeting star,
Dancing down from worlds afar.
Together they form the frost’s pure lace,
That glows like diamonds in nature’s face.
The air is crisp, the winds are still,
A peaceful hush upon the hill.
No rush, no noise, just endless grace,
As winter paints its soft embrace.
The forest path is white and clear,
A world untouched by time or fear.
With each step, the snow's soft crunch,
A reminder of the season’s punch.
The cold and beauty blend as one,
A tranquil spell beneath the sun.
The light that filters through the trees,
Creates a dance with gentle breeze.
Shadows stretch, and sunlight gleams,
Reflecting off the frozen streams.
Each icy branch a work of art,
Carved by winter’s steady heart.
In every flake, a story told,
Of ancient winters, fierce and bold.
A timeless beauty etched in snow,
A peaceful world where stillness grows.
The air is crisp with whispered tales,
Of seasons past and distant gales.
Yet in the silence, all is clear,
A truth that rings from far and near.
The animals that roam in soft retreat,
Leave traces of their journey sweet.
A rabbit’s track, a fox’s paw,
Imprinted deep in winter’s law.
They pass, they wander, they explore,
Through the snowy woods they adore.
In their quiet grace, we find the key,
To nature’s boundless mystery.
The snowflakes twirl in frozen flight,
Like dancers lost in winter's night.
They weave a tapestry so pure,
Of softest white, a winter cure.
Each moment passes, yet it stays,
Captured in the forest’s gaze.
A fleeting beauty, yet so grand,
A masterpiece by nature's hand.
The forest hums with life unseen,
In winter’s cloak, a world serene.
The silence speaks, the winds caress,
A harmony, a quiet press.
And in the snow, the world is born,
A peaceful haven, free from scorn.
The beauty lies in every tree,
In snowy realms of mystery.
So why, you ask, is it so clear,
Why snowy forests bring us near?
For in their stillness, we find rest,
A place where time forgets its quest.
In winter’s arms, we stand and see,
A world reborn in purity.
The snowy forest, wild and free,
Is beauty that will always be.
