Through winter’s chill and crisp white grace, The world dons a soft, silent face, The stars shine bright, like diamonds tossed, In the hush of night, I am not lost.

Each flake a whisper, spun from air, In nature’s quilt, woven with care, In every silence, life’s stories weave, In the winter night, I dare to believe.

• Feliksas Vaitkus