The Profound Stillness of a Snow-Covered Forest
By Saywisely
1 min read
Jul 22, 2024
No bird will call, no branch will creak,
The world is gentle, soft, and meek.
The snow has stolen every sound,
From this white and holy ground.
My own breath hangs, a silver cloud,
In this immense and silent shroud.
A quiet that is so complete,
It feels like nature's own heartbeat.
The world is gentle, soft, and meek.
The snow has stolen every sound,
From this white and holy ground.
My own breath hangs, a silver cloud,
In this immense and silent shroud.
A quiet that is so complete,
It feels like nature's own heartbeat.