The winter sky stretched endlessly, a canvas painted in deep indigo tones.
Whispering breezes spun tales of forgotten warmth,
As the crystalline frost breathed life into the barren trees,
Transforming branches into nature’s chandeliers, light refracting in spectral dances.
Beneath the cold serenity, a pulse of warmth lingered,
Fleeting as a dream, tangible only in memory.
Quiet thoughts meandered like gentle streams of light,
Illuminating the dark alleys of the mind with their soft, bioluminescent glow.
Each flake that fell was an echo of something beautiful,
Melodies in silence, resonating with the universe’s unspoken secrets.
Here, time dripped slowly, drops of honey in a crystal web,
The world hushed, cherishing every precious breath of life.