My sweet winter

The trees have shed their tears;
And the lakes are clad in snow;
But the blue light of the moon glows;
Brighter than never before.

Yes, it is the winter charm;
A charm that brings a smile;
Of hope and reasons to thrive;
Our wonderful journey of life.

The world looks like a bride;
Clad in the loveliest attire;
The last of all the seasons;
Coldest, but the most magical;

The clouds hum a lullaby;
Cuddling the nature to sleep;
Like a sweet little baby she sleeps;
Embraced by the magical blanket of snow.

Its all white and grey, but bright;
With the moon showering its light;
"Sweet baby sleep", the angels sing;
"The long journey of the year awaits".