The stars of night are bright
overhead in the clear, frosty sky,
While below people snuggle
warmly as the hours go by.
The vast terrain is covered
in a carpet of snowy white.
The trees cast stark arms
in the cold, winter night.
The shrubs and bushes sparkle
with newly glistening snow.
The terrain with beauty is aglow.
The stars become a harmony of song,
Humankind on earth know of peace
where once was sadness and wrong.
Nature's magical fingers touch
the land this cold, frosty night
creating a truly magical winter sight.
While the twinkling stars gather
in the sky high overhead,
In this magical arena people snuggle
warmly in their beds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem