The Snow | हिमपात

Poem:

The Snow

In the middle of winter where cold winds blow.

A world of pure magic, where snowflakes gently flow.

In this realm of crystal beauty, where nature's touch is pure,

Let me make a snowy tapestry, a poem to endure.

With winter's splendor the flames, the snowflakes dance softly,

Wandering through the frozen air, in a wondrous, mystical trance.

Each flake, a unique creation, with intricate designs,

Falling from the sky above like heavenly signs.

As the first snowflake falls, heralding the birth of winter,

A silent stillness fills the air, like Mother Earth

He has wrapped himself in a blanket, an ancient white coat,

Changing the world around you with both soft and light touch.

The trees, like ancient sentinels, stand tall in snowy robes,

Their branches are adorned with silver, shining with heavenly fire.

Earth, a shining canvas, untouched by human foot,

Signals all those who leave their beds and move on.

Children in woolen clothes, their laughter fills the air,

Making tall and proud snowmen with the utmost love and care.

They build ice castles, their imaginations run wild,

Having a snowball fight, as warriors make peace.

In the distance, a sleigh moves forward, pulled by strong horses,

Bells and laughter ring, as it makes its way through the icy street.

The travelers, wrapped in skins, their faces swelled with joy,

Embrace the winter wonderland without fear.

In this frozen kingdom, wildlife finds peace and tranquility.

Their freedom continues by jumping from the virgin ice.

A fox runs through the winter forest, its fur the color of fire,

A testament to the wild and true, leaving delicate pawprints.

Lakes and rivers sleep, their surfaces frozen and still.

Mirroring the winter sun, with a heavenly, serene feel.

Skaters glide across the ice, their movements smooth and fair,

Leaving beautiful trails behind, as they walked on the wind.

Night descends stealthily, casting long and dark shadows,

But the snow replaces the darkness, with secrets it will keep safe.

The moonlight dances the dim glow,

As if the stars had fallen, To blanket the earth.

Aurora shines in the sky, a celestial display,

Painting ribbons of color, on this snowy tableau they play.

Green, purple and gold colors, mixed and intertwined,

In a cosmic design, bathing the earth in magic.

But as the reign of winter must end, giving way to the embrace of spring,

The ice will slowly melt and only memories will be left behind.

Yet her beauty and her splendor will last forever,

In the hearts of all who know her, in a timeless winter song.

So let us enjoy the snow, let our spirits soar,

For in His frozen embrace, we find eternal rest.

And as the seasons come and go, the snow will return anew,

To dazzle us with His greatness, and to remind us of what is true.