Winter's chill has come to stay,
The world has turned to shades of gray,
A time of rest, of quiet, of calm,
When nature takes a breath, and sings a psalm.

The snowflakes fall, like feathers from the sky,
As the earth lays still, and trees stand by,
The ground is frozen, like a heart of stone,
And the wind whispers secrets, in a mournful tone.

The world is painted in a monochrome hue,
As if a painter has forgotten to add a hue or two,
But amidst the stillness, there's a beauty profound,
Like a...