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When winter speaks
When winter speaks
When Winter speaks in whispers low, A gentle breeze that rustles very slow Through barren trees and snowy ground A soothing silence surrounds around. Her voice is very crisp a frosty air That bites the nose and numbs the hair
But in her chill,a beauty lies and smiles
A season's slumber and winters surprise
She speaks of snow flakes very light
That dance and twirl,in the pale moon light making everything a treat to sight.
Of icy lakes and and frozen streams
That glimmer silver in winter's dreams.Her words are wise a season's taleOf rest and renewal of life's cyclical gale
A time to slow,breathe and stay still,to listen to the silence and let the heart fill.
Let us listen to winter's gentle tale.
The world is hushed in quiet sleep
As winter's enc
hantment our souls keep.
The trees stand tall,their branches look bare,Frosty lace work thats beyond compare which is a sight to share.
The stars shine bright in the midnight sky,a celestial showcase as the snow flakes drift by.The World is full of mystery and might,a magical Kingdom in the silent night.
The fireworks crackles in the hearth below,A warm and cosy heaven amidst the thick white winter snow.
A place to gather,to share and to tell,
Stories of love and laughter that forever will dwell.
Winter's enchantment is a gift to us all
A time to slow down and to hear the heart's voice call.A season of rest, renewal and peace.A time to let go and freely release.the soul.
The snow-covered trees,stand like sentinels quite old.Guarding the secrets of winter's tale yet to be told.
Their branches etched in a frosty design.
A delicate pen and ink,intricate splendid drawing of the divine sign.
