A Nature's Christmas Symphony

In winter's quiet, 'neath ice kissed trees,

A murmured hymn rides the breeze.

Snowflakes dance, a quiet effortlessness,

Nature's gift, in this consecrated space.

The evergreen, a bubbly robe,

Enhanced with recollections, stories untold.

Each trimming a loved rhyme,

Reverberations of an otherworldly, era long since past.

Underneath the limbs, a world settled,

As starlight winds around its delicate downy.

A forest ensemble, delicate and sweet,

Sings hymns that the pines rehash.

Candles gleam in the evening,

Their gleam reflects unadulterated pleasure.

In the quietness of the frigid glen,

Trust is conceived once more once more.

The waterway's quiet, a children's song,

Nature's gift, as time draws near.

A Christmas story, both old and new,

In each shade of morning dew.

So let us stop, in calm cheer,

Embrace the adoration that is generally close.

In nature's arms, the heart is free,

A Christmas orchestra, forever.