In the stillness of a winter night,

When Luna casts her radiant light,

The world adorned in a gown of frost,

A tapestry where dreams are lost.


The air so crisp, a chilling song,

Whispers of secrets all night long,

Beneath a sky strewn with diamond gleams,

A symphony of silence, it seems.


The trees stand tall, their branches bare,

As if in mourning, yet, they wear

A mystic cloak, silver and white,

Embracing solitude, the silent plight.


The stars ignite, like guiding beacons,

Their gentle...