In the hush of the snow-covered city,
Where each footstep leaves its mark so pretty.
A pristine quiet blankets the street,
A sight so pure, a winter treat.
The world is painted in shimmering white,
Each snowflake glistens in the soft moonlight.
The city sleeps under a blanket of snow,
A peaceful scene, aglow with a gentle glow.
The chill in the air bites at the skin,
But the beauty around is enough to win.
Footprints and trails weave a story untold,
In the hushed city, where the magic unfolds.
As morning breaks, the city comes alive,
Yet the beauty of the night will always thrive.
The hush of the snow-covered city, so profound,
Leaves an enchanting silence all around.