#FrostedMagic
**Frosted Magic**

In the hush of dawn's gentle breath,
A crystalline canvas, the world encased in death,
Each blade of grass bowed low, resigned,
To the tender touch of winter’s bind.

Glimmering whispers in the fading light,
Stars woven into the fabric of night,
The silvered trees, like sentinels they stand,
Guardians of secrets, the night's soft hand....