Icy River

An icy river winds through the winter’s embrace,

Crystal reflections dance, a delicate grace.

Beneath the still surface, life pulses and flows,

In the heart of the frost, a secret that glows.

Silent whispers echo through trees draped in white,

Each breath a soft cloud, a moment held dear.

Frozen branches arch low, like sentinels bold,

Guarding the stories that the river has told.

Awakening dreams that the cold cannot cling.

So let the icy river carve paths in the soul,

A journey of beauty, where nature makes whole.