Swedish Snowfall

Silent flakes in Sweden fall, A frozen dance that blankets all. The pines stand tall, with crowns of white, Embracing winter’s calm, soft light. The world is hushed, a quiet glow, As rivers freeze and breezes blow. Footsteps vanish in the drift, As icy winds the night sky lift. The northern lights above appear, A painting in the atmosphere. In Sweden’s snow, the soul finds rest, A land of winter at its best. Here, the cold is pure and bright, A season wrapped in endless night.