A Symphony of Silence
In the quiet hush of winter’s breath,
A dance begins, a silent waltz of death.
Tiny crystals, fragile and light,
Descend from heavens, a celestial sight.
Blanketing the world in a coat of white,
A tender touch, a soft goodnight.
Each flake a story, a tale untold,
Whispering secrets in the winter cold.
The earth adorned in a gown so fair,
A shimmering cloak beyond compare.
Underneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
A dreamscape painted in purest snow.
In the stillness, a profound peace,
As snowflakes fall, their sorrows cease.
The world transformed, a canvas pure,
A fleeting beauty, an art so sure.
Yet beneath this icy, crystalline shroud,
Lie memories, both joyous and proud.
Footprints traced in a delicate lace,
Moments captured, time can’t erase.
Children laughing, faces aglow,
As they sculpt their dreams in the soft snow.
Each snowflake a promise, a chance to start,
A balm for the wounds, a mend for the heart.
But with beauty comes a bitter chill,
A reminder that time can stand still.
As the snowflakes fall, and the world turns cold,
We hold onto warmth, in memories bold.
So, let the snowflakes weave their tale,
A symphony of beauty that will never fail.
Embracing the chill, and the warmth within,
In the heart of winter, let the soul begin.
By: Vyomi Shah
