Beneath a silver sky, so still,
The forest whispers, soft and chill,
Where moonlight kisses every tree,
And snowflakes dance in quiet glee.

A silver veil on earth is spread,
Each flake a dream where light is led,
A thousand stars, within their flight,
Are mirrored in the snow's pure light.

Soft candles flicker, casting glow,
On blankets of untouched, quiet snow,
And in the stillness, deep and true,
The spirit enraptured, gazes through.

For this is a moment far too sweet,
Where time and soul in silence meet,
A requiem in the glow of night,
A prayer, a peace, a soft delight.

May it linger in the mind, the eyes,
A tear that speaks of moonlit skies;
For beauty like this, pure and deep,
Is a light to stir the soul from sleep.

And in the silence, soft and deep,
The spirit stirs, begins to creep;
Drawn upward by the moon’s soft glow,
Where dreams are born, and secrets flow.