Frosty Morning The dawn breaks with a quiet sigh, Frost paints the world, a silvery tie. Each blade of grass, a glittering gem, Morning whispers secrets, soft as a hymn.
The trees stand tall, adorned in white, Guardians of silence in the soft light. Nature awakens, her beauty unfurled, In the stillness of winter, a magical world.
- Alexei Kruchyonykh