The world is quiet,
soft and bright,
Draped in silver,
bathed in light.
The trees wear jewels,
the ground a veil,
Cold winds whisper,
leaving no trail.
Footsteps crunch like secret songs,
The day moves slow,
the night feels long.
We gather close by the fire’s glow,
In this stillness,
time moves slow.
The sky spreads wide,
the air is clear,
Soft winds hum, ...