The Winter’s Hush

The stillness of a winter morn,
Where all the world is draped in white,
Each sound muffled by the snow, reborn,
In the hush of the tranquil night.

The trees adorned in icy lace,
Glistening in the soft moon’s glow,
Nature’s beauty we can trace,
In the hush of the tranquil night.

The air so crisp, it bites the skin,
With every breath, a frosty sight,
A world at peace, a new begin,
In the hush of the tranquil night.