Upon the mountain’s lofty crown,
A stream runs cold, untouched, and free,
In winter’s grasp, a silvery gown,
Snow flurries dance with grace and glee.
A melody of water’s song,
Whispers secrets to the snow,
As gentle flakes meander along,
A dance of nature, pure and slow.
The stream, a mirror of frosted light,
Reflects the world in tranquil hues,
Snowflakes weave their way in flight,
A waltz of dreams, no time to lose.
The chill of winter’s breath does bind,
Yet life persists in this serene scene,
A portrait of contrasts intertwined,
A world of wonder, calm and clean.
So let the stream and snow unite,
In a dance of nature’s sweet embrace,
A cold symphony of pure delight,
Where beauty thrives in every trace.
