White Wishes

Winter whispers, soft and low,

A gentle voice that only snow can know,

It speaks of quiet moments, peaceful nights,

When the world is hushed, and all is right.

The snowflakes fall, and a silvery shower,

Each one a gem, a work of power,

They blanket the ground, a winter's shroud,

A peaceful scene, a gentle cloud.

The trees stand tall, their branches bare,

Their limbs etched in frost and care,

Their whispers echo, a winter's song,

A chorus of peace, a winter's throng.

The nights are long, the stars so bright,

A canopy of light, a winter's sight,

The world is hushed, in winter's embrace,

A time for rest, a time for grace.

So listen to the winter's whisper,

And let the peace of snow and ice be thine,

For in the quiet moments of winter's night,

You'll find the beauty of the season's shine