#FrostedMagic

On winter's morn, when daylight breaks,
A hush envelops, and silence wakes.
The world outside, a canvas white,
Transformed by frost, a magical sight.

Through frosted glass, the scene unfolds,
A delicate story in whispers told.
Each crystal flake, a silent dance,
Nature's artistry in a frozen trance.

The trees, like sentinels, stand adorned,
With icy lace, in beauty scorned.
Their branches heavy, bowed with grace,
Reaching for warmth in this chilly embrace.

The sun, a shy and timid guest,
Peeks...