The land is white and silent,
An awesome scenic display,
draped by falling snow
on a frigid Winter day.
Both fields and forests afar
are covered with a blanket of white
and seems to glitter or shine
on an invigorating, moonlit night.
It really is a beautiful scene
that no person can deny.
Winter is always in a state of granduer
everywhere as the days fade on by.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem