Frozen

The world lies still, wrapped in white,

A frozen land bathed in moonlight.

Icicles hang like nature’s art,

A masterpiece, cold yet full of heart.

The river sleeps beneath its glass,

A frozen mirror smooth as glass.

The trees stand tall in coats of snow,

Whispering secrets the cold winds blow.

Each breath hangs heavy in the air,

A misty ghost just floating there.

The frost it paints on window panes,

Delicate swirls, like winter’s veins.

The silent woods, so calm, so deep,

Hold secrets buried fast asleep.

The frozen ground, the ice-kissed stone,

A kingdom vast and all its own.

The mountain peaks, so proud, so tall,

Stand frozen firm through storms that call.

Their icy crowns in sunlight gleam,

A frozen world, a waking dream.

And yet, within this icy land,

A fire flickers, warm and grand.

For even in the coldest night,

A heart can glow, a spark can light.

So though the frost may bite the air,

And snow may fall without a care,

The frozen world, both harsh and bright,

Holds silent beauty, pure and white.The northern winds begin to rise,

A swirling dance beneath the skies.

Snowflakes twirl with whispered grace,

Each one unique, yet none out of place.

The frozen lake, so vast, so wide,

Keeps ancient echoes locked inside.

Beneath the ice, in waters deep,

Dreams of the past still softly sleep.

The wolves tread light on crystal ground,

Their haunting howls the only sound.

Footprints fade where none shall go,

Lost beneath the drifting snow.

Yet in this world so cold, so bright,

The stars still shimmer in the night.

A silver glow on ice and stone,

A light to guide the lost back home.

And in the heart where warmth should be,

A frozen soul longs to be free.

For ice may bind, but love can melt,

The coldest sorrow ever felt.

So though the frost may claim the land,

And winter stretch its icy hand,

Within the snow, the ice, the chill,

A spark of warmth can linger still.

For frozen worlds may seem so bare,

But magic breathes in frosted air.

A hush, a glow, a dream untold—

A frozen tale in winter’s hold.The frozen dawn, so pale, so bright,

Spills golden hues on fields of white.

The sleepy earth in silence lies,

Beneath the ever-changing skies.

The icy winds, both fierce and free,

Sing ancient songs in melody.

They weave through peaks, through vales so deep,

Where frozen dreams lie fast asleep.

A lonely traveler braves the frost,

Through snowdrifts high, through paths long lost.

His breath a cloud, his steps so slow,

A wanderer wrapped in winter’s glow.

Beyond the hills, beyond the trees,

A castle stands in frozen seas.

Its walls of ice, its towers tall,

A kingdom locked in nature’s thrall.

The chandeliers of crystal gleam,

Reflecting light in frozen beams.

A throne untouched, so cold, so grand,

A silent queen rules this land.

Her crown of frost, her robe of snow,

Her touch can steal the warmest glow.

Yet in her heart, where ice should reign,

A longing stirs, a trace of pain.

For even in a world so bright,

Where snowflakes dance in endless flight,

A soul untouched by love’s embrace,

May yearn for warmth in frozen space.

And so she waits, in halls so wide,

Where winter’s whispers softly guide.

Until the day when love may call,

And melt the frost that binds her all.

For frozen lands and frozen hearts,

Are never truly worlds apart.

A single spark, a light so small,Yet time drifts on, like falling snow,

Soft and silent, yet quick to go.

The frozen queen, in halls so bright,

Watches seasons blend with light.

Her icy touch, her whispered breath,

Once sealed the land in winter’s depth.

But deep inside, a flicker grew,

A warmth she barely ever knew.

One night beneath the northern gleam,

She saw a spark, a golden dream.

A traveler bold, with heart so true,

Had braved the storm and journeyed through.

His weary steps upon the ice,

Left trails of warmth, a sacrifice.

His voice so strong, yet soft and kind,

Like summer winds upon her mind.

She stood in silence, cold yet near,

Her frozen heart now tinged with fear.

For love had come, like morning’s glow,

To melt the ice, to break the snow.

The traveler knelt, his gaze so bright,

Like embers dancing in the night.

He reached for her with hands so warm,

A quiet plea against the storm.

The queen stood still, the winds stood hushed,

Her frozen walls began to crush.

A single tear, so cold, so pure,

Fell from her cheek—she was unsure.

Could frozen hearts learn how to burn?

Could winter yield and spring return?

The traveler smiled, and with a touch,

The ice began to fade to dust.

The castle walls, once blue with frost,

Shimmered bright, no longer lost.

The trees awoke, the rivers ran,

And warmth returned across the land.

No longer bound by winter’s chain,

The queen embraced the sun again.

For love had thawed what time had sealed,

And frozen hearts can always heal.

Can warm the coldest heart of all.