The winter’s chill, so crisp and bright, Wraps the earth in a blanket of white. Silent whispers through the trees, A sacred hush, nature’s peace.

The world rests in a tranquil state, Each star above a silent mate. In the frosty air, time stands still, As nature sighs, and the heart will fill.

For in the beauty of the snowy night, Lies a promise of spring, a future bright. The cycles turn, forever will, In nature’s grace, our souls are still.

• Juliusz Słowacki