When both winter and night
waltz through lands, it’s a sight;
It’s a magical moment—the nature’s delight.
Silver light from the moon,
as they dance to slow tunes,
Would reflect on the surface of pearl-white dunes.
Snow would sparkle so bright
it would match the starlight;
It would set the dark forest, the whole world, alight.
Gusts of wind from the ground,
whirling, twisting around,
Would swoosh down ice slopes to create a rare sound.
Frosty music would fill
lands with wonder and thrill—
Notes of magic so warm you won’t notice the chill.
It’s a precious, magnificent sight
When white winter twirls, sings with dark night.
Dec 31, 2020
Dec 31, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
When both winter and night
waltz through lands, it’s a sight;
It’s a magical moment—the nature’s delight.
Silver light from the moon,
as they dance to slow tunes,
Would reflect on the surface of pearl-white dunes.
Snow would sparkle so bright
it would match the starlight;
It would set the dark forest, the whole world, alight.
Gusts of wind from the ground,
whirling, twisting around,
Would swoosh down ice slopes to create a rare sound.
Frosty music would fill
lands with wonder and thrill—
Notes of magic so warm you won’t notice the chill.
It’s a precious, magnificent sight
When white winter twirls, sings with dark night.
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